Out of the past twelve days Steve has been away for ten. He woke me up briefly on Monday morning but apart from that I haven't seen him since last weekend so as much as I love you - which is muchly - I am blowing you off tonight.
PS In light of Steve's repeated and extended absences I recently have been engaging with all sorts of things that usually are not within my purview; like litter boxes, the bi-weekly recycling and the grill. I cook a lot - one might say I make food for people all the time without ceasing forever and ever ad infinitum god help me - but I do not often use grill and there was a learning curve in the past two weeks. For example, I experienced a lot of sticking the other night with some skirt steak skewers so I went online to discover how to prevent this before I attempted fish. The internet was fairly clear: heat the grill, use a brush to clean it, then soak a paper towel in olive oil and use tongs to swab the grates. I followed these steps exactly but within seconds of the oil-soaked paper towel hitting the grill it burst into flames, fell from the tongs and lay in strips over the grates, burning away.
It felt a little bit like Hanukkah in that a tiny bit of oil appeared to burn forever but for the most part it felt like I was doing it wrong.