football tender_square he was understanding about me staying later than i'd planned, leaving the next morning rather than that afternoon. the wind was wicked, and worse where he was; it wasn't worth the risk. i was relieved to spend another night without him and spent it binging a sitcom about cops i've seen before. come morning, after i drove the miles between us in the too-bright sun, he greeted me by admitting he was happy i didn't return the day prior, because i would've interrupted his football watching. 221107 what's it to you? who go blather from