Too cunting well hot. Not sure how accurate it is, but a wall clock is showing 24-25 'C. Its enough to roast the feet from the ankles of an african desert tribesman out here. Even with my top off and the windows, bay doors etc. all open, its still too hot.
Weather inside...cloudy, stormy, ashes and dust with a strong chance of abject fucking misery and missing the fuck out of a soulmate and wife to be. Thinking how by now, we might well have been waiting to find out if our kids were to have turned out properly, and been well-cooked spazz(es?) as should have been. Lovely little flappy, kids who would SO have just rocked, thanks both to her excellent genes, both parents being classic Kanner's auties, and both parents being in a committed, deeply loving, vibrant relationship (she often was rather....well....didn't really DO 'tact' or 'holding back', whatever was cooking in that pretty head behind those big eyes, the tongue so full both of ideas, and of raunchy ideas about where it was best to be kept:D but still, its not like we'd have just started fucking in front of kids, even if my ex was a right lil' kinkstress.), and where logic and unconditional love would be the currency of the realm, not reading between lines, guessing at other's thoughts and risking error in analysis rather than asking them and finding out for sure, something NTs thought a weakness we'd have, due to the theory of mindey stuff. And not getting that it really breaks down and falls apart when BOTH a couple are auties, and rather than guess and get it wrong, just tell the other, or ask them; the funny part was THAT, never even occurred to the NTs
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