Bridget came back today. I drove over to see her. Her mom made my favorite meal, and a scrumptious version at that: thin, thin spaghetti with homemade sauce and meatballs, salad, and garlic bread. God bless simple American joys.
What a special person. She has such humanity and grace and intelligence, but also a free and joyful spirit. I hope to see her almost as much as I did before. And we'll see--- we'll really see--- about moving in together somewhere down the line.