I'm writing from bed, with Digideroo Boy and Totsi the Dog snoozing away while painters cover my living room in drop cloths. They've been at work "mudding" and sanding for the past two days, and today's the first day of actual color-to-wall goodness. Since they're doing the living room, hallways, and stairwell, the bedroom is pretty much base camp for the next several days.
So - who's Digideroo Boy, and how'd he get his name? Digideroo Boy is the aforementioned adorable new boyfriend, and he got his name by displaying a remarkable ability to mimic a digideroo. (Seriously - it's darned impressive.) We first became acquainted about twenty years ago, and were sort of pitched together again by some dramatic events and Facebook. Today makes it two weeks since we became joined at the hip, and we rather like it that way.
I would tell you in great detail what happened with the guy with the bike I had been seeing, but recounting the summer gives me a banger of a headache and multiple anxiety attacks. Our particular brands of crazy (come on, we've all got a brand of crazy) just flat did not compute. End of story.
But enough about that. Life's taken a turn for the better, and I'd much rather focus on that than creeping myself out further by mulling over the past. Besides, if I keep that up, I might miss a moment of Digideroo Boy's antics, and that's totally unacceptable.
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