December 3, 2018

My dearest,

This morning I was at Rocket X, chatting with Cartoon, my favourite barista there. He’s not been in often as he’s stationed at the Rocket headquarters every Wednesday through Friday making cold brews.

Cartoon tells me he’s bored with his stint there because he’s alone there. He doesn’t get to make actual cups of coffee for regulars like me or hang out with his colleagues. He misses Rocket X. And we miss seeing him there too. But work is work.

Later in the evening, as I iron your work shirts for you and you help me edit pictures for my story about Lake Toawada, I muse on how work is work, yes, but sometimes it’s not. We aren’t working, to be fair, just doing house chores and domestic tasks but we are doing it together and that makes all the difference, no?

This is so precious, as you are to me.

Yours, ever and always.