Nightmares are driven away
By abiding love
In light of day

    Barbecue ribs, baseball, beer, and crochet.  Ok, I'm the only one doing the beer (two year old Budweiser, pthah!)  and crochet, but he came over and hung out and we had a really good lunch at Big Ed's Barbecue up at Old Bridge, and caught a Yankees game on the tube.  The announcers, I think, are doofuses.  It was good.  Been a long time since I took the time to watch a game, and it made me nostalgic, so I brought out the yarn and commenced construction of a granny square.  These things are associated in my mind, onaconna my Granny, who used to crochet while watching sports.  She taught me how.
    I didn't think our lunch would be on today, since my waking sight was snow coming down thickly and fluffily from the sky.  But Rebar did show, and wasn't feeling much like the Wendy's we'd discussed yesterday.  Big Ed's does good barbecue, and I have leftover baby backs in the fridge. 
    I am supping good tonight.
   At first I was kind of tense, regret at having written my nightmare making me feel guilty and muted, but he didn't mention it and seemed in an upbeat mood, and that rubbed off on me, and we had a good time.
    When it came time to leave, just one hug was not enough.  He held me and all thought soaked away and I was blissful and content.  Tiny, tiny kisses.  No pain.