Busy morning . . .

I have been reluctant to talk much about my "relationship" with Cindy. Despite expressing brutal, often painful honesty in past posts, I have wanted to keep this as sort of something that can be just for me, you know, without having to decide what details to write about and what not to. Which isn't to say that there's been anything to write about. So far. But in the last 24 hours, I asked Cindy if she wanted to have dinner with me, and she said yes. Baby steps.