This is hopefully the last of the reruns from 2006. Getting the 47 large upstairs took time and more time. It was worth it but I needed to steal from 5 years ago because . . .

Intrigued by the hypothesis (as opposed to hyperthesis..) that Breaking The Waves suggested: to understand love, you can't be delusional about the relevance of sex. Orthodox restrictions represent warnings that relaxed attitudes about sex have severe penalties. But relaxed attitudes confined to love are rewards that strengthen the love that feeds on it. The dangers that the orthos are trying to warn us about is for the stage where you feel sex=love, even when the sex is with someone you'd de-match with, for then the consequences can be harsh. But when pure love reigns, the sex warnings are better directed to those who haven't become believers yet. The non-sex moments this weekend were so numerous ranked at the highest level. Her breathlessness nimbly infused me like the balsamic in the carrot glaze. They are the moments I feel entirely certain that she does know how much I love her and how gratefully I savor her love for me and for us. The heightened anticipation of another date with her knowing the expectation is in the league with delusional, affirms the lucid counterpoint love gives to any is-love-crazy-good? moments. I understated the outcome - it dwarfed the Rio by its immediacy merged with near delusional ecstasies. I'm still full of those recurring moments and wonder if Jan's success in having his death wish overridden is a message that it can be the future without the devastation? She rings the bells here on Earth already.