This is the barest sketch of an outline of a thought of an update . . .
The Bon Vivant is back in town and in my life in a more active way than he ever has been.
I’ve spoken to him every day since Sunday night (“Joy”).
I spent about 20 hours with him from the moment he arrived back in town on Tuesday afternoon until Wednesday afternoon where we had a typically amazing time: indie film at the upscale arthouse with cocktails, cocktail hour with his friends at their downtown condo, dinner and wine at a favorite restaurant, cocktails at the super-exclusive bar, incredible sex at his place, external drama related to the fact we had been drinking so much, more incredible sex, and then settling into an actual life.