For the first time in a while, I feel pretty positive about the fact that I got along pretty well, doing something that I don't normally do. Which is conformity? Odd, right? I have never been that much of a follower. Hardly a leader, really. But the point is, there is some joy in sacrificing your own ideals in order to make the woman you're with feel respected. It makes me feel real good to make her feel genuinely comfortable. I'm writing a bunch about her. But maybe that's something that I enjoy. A little treat, as the kids are saying nowadays. My OCD perspective doesn't feel so bad when it's concentrated on creating environments of open communication. That's what I feel more or less these days. I could eat. I should eat. I might eat. I need to eat. Eat. Eat. Eat. Golly, the look on your face as you read this?! Priceless. I'm pretty ready to eat. I should eat some edible foods. Which I think is a given. Lest you live in California. So be it, as the wind speaks it loudly in a whisper.