One of the interesting things that's happend while over the past few days, is she read me some of her poetry (some I liked, some was interesting, most was good) and then with some encouragement got me to read some of the stuff I wrote in high school.
The two surprising things were she liked some of them, and she told me I was such the dyke after hearing my take on romance.
I wonder if I should dust them off, perform some editing and do something with them.
Last comment--When the weather report says the high will be 2 degC, that means the night will be really cold, especially with the wind. Perhaps I could even claim a level of cold that I have rarely, if ever, experienced. Even after sitting inside for half an hour, my cheeks still feel a bit strange.