*1152 - under one roof

The problem with cohabiting is that when you have a tiff and need to get away, there's nowhere to escape.  Unless you happen to be on a plane to Arkansas on business like I happen to be.

But then it makes you realise that the very fact that you're living with this person is a promise in itself to put an honest effort into smoothing every kink out.  There's no running away whenever you feel like it; you have to brace yourself and face everything bravely and squarely.  And then you also realise that you chose to live together for a pretty damn good reason that's probably worth fighting for.  And then you also realise that you have the biggest fights you've ever had in your life just because of how important this person is to you--you wouldn't fight so hard to make it work if it didn't matter that much.

Being in a relationship is a funny thing because suddenly you have to deal with a whole new extension of yourself that isn't actually you--it's someone completely different and separate whom you now for some reason regard as a reflection of yourself.  It would be easy enough if you were a puppet master and had control over him like the way you have control over yourself.  But the truth is, you don't, so you have to work at molding each other, delicately and gently instead of angrily and hurtfully, into the perfect form that you can accept wholly and display absolutely proudly because everything you are is a reflection of his values and decisions and compromises and choices and everything he is is yours. Some things can't be fixed even over time and that's why you have to fall in love with the right person in the first place who at the fundamental, unchangeable level is perfect but chances are, there are other things beyond that you wish were different.  But that's okay because no one is perfect all around and this only means you are helping each other become better people.

Missing you already.

*1151 - tech-savvy cat

Poka came with qualifications we didn't know she had. It turns out she's pretty tech-savvy and ... as I was typing this, she just managed to rotate D's laptop display 90 degrees clockwise. (Ctrl+alt+arrow) See? She's also good at typing and force shutting down our laptops.





The weird thing about these two photos is that it wasn't her mid-action, as it appears to be. She really was just resting motionless in those positions organically.

I suspect it's because she's attracted to the warmth of the laptops--or it's a cry for attention as whenever we're on our laptops, she runs over and lies down on the keys. We tried to teach her how to pay mouse-catching iPad games but were only half-successful ...

*1150 - i have been busy

And I think this is my first time in two weeks touching my personal laptop.

That has to be a record.

*1149 - s;oce pf nread

My right hand misaligned on the keyboard and I typed "s;oce pf nread" into google images.

And guess what popped up?

Slices of bread!!!

OMG how did they know??

*1148 - internet problems

Not knowing your city and state is pretty embarrassing when the IT support on the phone helping you connect to the internet at your hotel asks you for it. "Uhhhhh I'm somewhere in Arkansas ..." Scrambled wildly for a hotel address on a piece of paper somewhere in the room to no avail. Oh well, what matters is that I am finally connected to the internet!

Living out of a hotel room for the next few days. It's almost midnight and I am de-greased from the flights but I still have work to finish up. Which begs the question of why I am here blogging, but three minutes? What difference will that make ;)

*1147 - bisou

Bottomless mimosas at Bisou French Bistro.



These were the culprits that caused us our midday hangover. Still, that little morning buzz was quite worth it. And how can I resist a restaurant called Bisou?? Absolutely trendy place in the middle of the Castro district. And it was very much more Castro-like than the other time we had brunch in the Castro. Today we saw, on two independent occasions, while gazing out of the window over brunch, two stark naked men walking casually down the street--one with hat on and tote slung across shoulder, and the other with a little ... black ... sock thing with tassels decorating his package. It is apparently not illegal to be nude in San Francisco if it is not lewd.

Anyways.

Eggs benedict is my go to for brunch. Besides the fact that I love poached eggs and hollandaise sauce, knowing that I am not often able to whip up eggs benedict for myself makes it all the more special. Same reasoning for why I never (rarely) order chicken at a restaurant--I cook it for myself all the time.



Now look at these. One's crab and one's scallop. I usually love crab but today's paled in comparison to the scallop. Not that it was bad, but the scallops were so good!!



The glorious moment of cracking open a poached egg. I can never quite bear to do this but each bite deserves at least a dab of ooey gooey yolk.

Spotted some art in my glass of water, and bisous above us.
u.]kj,-------

^And this was Poka's fault #1





After a blue bottle coffee (DELICIOUS, a must try) and more discreet gawking at naked men on the streets, we went up to the twin peaks for a most glorious view of the city. Mister Bird agrees.





It was like googlemaps come alive! If you squint really hard in the middle upper portion of the photo you will see our apartment. We will be back with a picnic \\\\\\\\\\\\\8

^ And this was Poka walking over my laptop and settling down for a nap, thus ending this post.