It is almost 9am. Hubby has a meeting. CBC One is playing upstairs, the only radio hubby truly listens to in the morning, while in the loo. I am smoking a half joint and coffee, the third one of the day, is brewed. Hubby is wonderful this morning. Thank you again and again for this lovely husband and partner, God. We really can chill together and living with him is fabulous, even with his shit temper. 

He is talking with his boss on zoom and I am reciting Green Tara mantras to help. The birds outside are chatty. I am hungry. I better cook for after his meeting: eggs and bacon I think, again. we forgot to buy crusts to make quiches. And we will finish the tuna tapenade. Oh, we haven't had cretons for a while....