He's been in town for a few days (at least I assume it's a few days) and was kind enough to take me out to dinner tonight. Dinner, where he proceeded to order sashimi for himself. That wouldn't have been so bad had it not been for the look of pure ecstasy on his face every time he took a bite. He also spent a good portion of the night flirting with the waiter, something I'd usually find to be rather amusing, except that every minute my brother spent flirting was a minute longer it took for me to get my dinner.
i asked him tonight when he plans to go home. I never did get a straight answer out of him, although he did admit what I kind of suspected when he showed up on Friday. Michael, the guy he'd been seeing who I thought was pretty good for him, is history. I'm not sure if he gets bored or scared, but ever since Dave he's been unable to keep anyone around for more than a few months. Michael, though... I am a bit surprised, honestly. I'm pretty sure we both thought this one would stick, and Tim really didn't see it coming. He loved him, I think, not something I thought I'd ever say about my brother again.
So we make quite a pair, Tim and I. Him pretending he's in less pain than he is, me pretending I'm not as glad to have him here as I am. Admittedly, I was more glad to have him here before the ahi tuna and the crack he made about my walk turning into a waddle, but I'm glad to have him here all the same. (For the record, Tim's about the only person in the world who could tease me about this pregnancy and live to tell the tale.) A part of me hopes he'll stay until the baby's born. The company's really, really nice, when he cooks the food is absolutely incredible, and this morning he was able to point out that I was wearing two different shoes. I can't see my feet anymore, I need someone to tell me these things.
Having Sam here this weekend too... It's a good way to end one week and start another. My husband's an incredible man, and I've paid money for massages that didn't feel half as good as what he's capable of. My survival technique the last few months has been to simply force myself not to think about how much I miss him while he's in California until he's here, and then it hits me and I spend at least one night crying over it.
And then Danny Concannon went and won another Pulitzer. It was much deserved, Danny, congratulations. And, you know, if you're looking for a way to spend some of the prize money, I'm always up for lunch or dinner company.