"There is a contented sound in your voice that I haven't heard for a long time. Perhaps the new man in your life is memorable, and the beach house you neglected to mention is not inconsequential."

"Forgetting my own words about identity, I am at that place where life has only two states: being with Griff and thinking about when I will be with Griff again. We are having dinner with his Dad in The City Wednesday night, and then Griff will spend the night at my place."

The stream of advice that followed was not unexpected. "Caydance, you have been to my house in Miami, which you describe as enchanting. I have been to your studio in San Francisco. I know the central role that studios play in artists lives, but it is likely Griff McGuire does not have much experience with the length to which anything but workout equipment supersedes living comfort..." pause. "in the way that the tools of artmaking do in artists' studios. Since you are teaching on Tuesday, you have tomorrow and Wednesday morning. Consider flowers, a tablecloth, and a bedspread that does not look like it has been in a New England family since the 18th century. It is probably too late to point out that men are accustomed to comfortable chairs; floor pillows are suggested." Edelira was on a roll.