This and that.

.
.
The bathroom will be done before long.  I am really hitting the floor.  Twice mopped so far.  When it is dry enough, I'll clean out the mop caddie, rinse the mop well, then rinse the floor.  I'll do another set of each of those.  Need it?  Well...  I am sure, when I am done, it won't need it.  I'll be working on laundry as well, finishing that off.  A shower after the floor is done and dry.  Then I'll set the dishes up.  Yeah, I think I can.

She is on my mind.  It isn't up to me, true.  Until, or unless, it is.  She gets to say yes or no.  Then I get to choose whether to fulfill her order.  It's an intricate dance.  It is often unspoken, for the most part.  And, either it is caught, agreement is reached, and then the details begin to be sorted, or... as in most cases, it is nothing more than a thought.  To be honest, until she is sure, I can't even begin to decide.  Although, from where I stand, she is either already decided and long ago and against, or she has been waiting for me.

Women have the strangest of notions.  They have more faith, or hope, or optimism.  Or they simply don't abide viewing the negatives.  I get the feeling, if the decision process is in favor of the positive, according to the local native, she really is thinking on some things right now.  She is, or some woman reader is hitting high and sweet notes.  A sensation.  One I don't mind.  It filters through, almost interrupting my fearful moments.  Then again, as I might have mentioned, success in love is just as much to be feared as failure.  Though, how can you run away if that is the case?

I'll admit, I don't fully understand what I am sensing.  This is as close as I can get to it.  I think it's a law in physics, the closer you get to a woman, the less you understand her?  I think so.  Wait, I know so, unless I am really close.

I should remind her just what it is I consider, and have to offer.  That's not the sum of it.  It is something to know.  Later.