It’s the next morning. I remember I wanted to talk about our broken air conditioner with you, but you wanted to talk about education. You wanted to make sure our daughter attends the in-state school and not to be tempted by an offer from a school up north. Okay.
“Not Fade Away” by the Grateful Dead is playing at my bedside. “Our love’s for real not fade away.” I notice that the Grateful Dead sings about love a lot. I believe you are sending me these songs.