Kim... soon to Kum bi... (again?)

The only really big daytime deal Saturday was the return of Kimothy, no longer making Trish Leery: she had been thinking of inviting the woman over, wanted me to phone her; then as if by magic, she appeared. Though it interrupted my lunch, I let her in briefly, talked with her in sign & a couple notes -- the yearly trip to Oreo-gon is August 25th, but she seemed resolved not to come back today. I finally convinced her that I had work to do on the computer ("the typewriter is part of his illness": haunting, insulting words from a lifetime ago). As she left, I hugged her, felt her, kissed her.

When Trish & I made out last nite, we fantasized about threesomes; Trish actually commended me for the kiss -- but I feel perhaps both of us may be entering a manic phase, including the hypersexuality.