She is on the Island.
I am in the city.
It's Friday and we have habits and protocols that span time and space.
I asked her - text - if she had seen the mahjong segment on the NewsHour.
She said she had and was surprised that they hadn't mentioned mahjong's increasing participation in gambling.
Then I sent this email:
"I used the little cocktail shaker you gave me to make a martini tonight. It is a spectacular little tool. When properly filled with ice, one just pours gin to the top and a martini sized amount of liquid has been put in place. Shaking is a joy. With the lid and cap in place it is possible to vigorously shake the thing and nothing leaks. Thanks for it. I wish I had my old jigger - the one that got eaten by the garbage disposal in my Seattle apartment; it was magical."
A heart appeared instantly.
I am quite sure that I would feel just as good about it if I had stirred.
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