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Hopefully I spelled that right. It was Posh's idea for a post. But I can't complain cause I can't come up with anything better. It's just perfect the way it is.

And that's pretty much how this weekend has been. The way it is, well, it's just great. I'm actually in the nation's capital as we speak. Posh is to my side talking nonsensically about the weight of a pillow but that's just her. It's beautiful. I'm enjoying it immensely. And we just laughed about the unspeakable. And we laugh about the silliest of things.

If you actually read this regularly, you've noticed the posts have died down in frequency. As with life, many factors contributed to this. Posh was overwhelmed with school. I've been overwhelmed with life, like seeing my sister for the first time in 12 years. Another big factor was the fact that the strain of not seeing each other for an extended period, combined with our limited communication due to our respective responsibilities has had us at each other's throats. Okay, I was at her throat. But I missed her and well that's how I managed it. Counterintuitive I know, but hey I'm getting better at admitting it and being honest about it sooner. Quietly and without words, we came to a silent agreement to talk as minimally as possible this week in anticipation of my arrival.

It worked perfectly, for in this scenario absence did make the heart fonder. And within 45 minutes we were in a Chinatown Starbucks arguing about the allocation of resources in urban communities. It's been beautiful ever since. We walked the streets of D.C. yesterday and had a ball and even weathered unexpected and draining guests to have quite the dance party last night. I did lose the chain that my favorite boy from work ever gave me in the midst. But this morning she let me know it was okay to cry about it. And I did quietly as I brushed my teeth. But the comfort and warmth that she tries to hide, but are so beautiful when she exhibits them has been in full effect.

It seems this has evolved into a dissertation. And Posh is looking at me with eyes that make we want to kiss her. Which I just did. And her hand is on my face and tugging my ear and she's talking about ice cream. So I guess it's time to go. And she's making fun of my shaving rituals. And she's threatening to use that same pillow as a suicide enabler or a murder weapon and I avoid the police at every step I possibly can.

Off to enjoy the rest of my day.