Sunday,
August 15, 1999

Well, I think we enjoyed the last cook-out of the year. Marinated, grilled chicken breasts, french fries, cole slaw, potato salad, corn on the cob and rolls. Oh, God, that was soooooo good. Lyndon's lounging around the house in boxers and a satisfied smile, and keeps coming up behind me to kiss or tickle me. If this is the reaction I get when I make that meal, I gotta find a way to do it in winter.

Actually, no, I know why he's being so affectionate. It's the same reason why I've been sneaking up behind him all day and giving him Stealth Hugs. He's almost packed, now. I have to give him his passport and SAS super saver card (he's already on their EuroSilver plan from all the air miles he's racked up flying back and forth for switch cuts), and then he's pretty much ready.

Pardon me while I go mope in the corner for a bit. . .