Baby. I loved the title of your “Manic Monday” blog post and just noticed you changed it. It totally captured the pathos of the scene I imagine being played out with you rushing around your building, preparing the Dragons Den for my arrival. However, I can’t argue with the amended title’s stark truth. I love our Mondays too.

I regret that this entry must be abbreviated. I have a date with the Pain Cave (i.e. my track workout) happening before the sun comes up and I purposely lingered with you this evening. I wouldn’t have it any other way, but does come at the cost of the loquaciousness you’ve come to expect from me by now.

Below are the bullet points for the blog post I’d have written if there were just a few more hours in the day.

I love you.
Making love with you is intense and beautiful and delightful.
I long for your body next to mine all night long.
The more I know you, the hotter the sex gets.
Those balloons were next level romantic.
When I am with you, I feel joy.
So much joy.