Write a little about: the affair.
Very relaxing morning and afternoon, mostly spent lounging on the deck in pretty much perfect temperatures. A gentle breeze, enough clouds to keep things reasonable.
There was a definite threat of another thunderstorm late afternoon, but it blew over without doing much of anything. Then this evening, with the forecast calling for an unpleasant morning tomorrow, Kat and I went out to the garden to do some harvesting for our local orders. We got a fair amount done before the mosquitoes made things excessively uncomfortable.
Hopefully we won't get too soaked finishing things off tomorrow.
It is a grim affair, this business between Death and his new companion. Speaking of it leaves an unpleasant taste on my tongue, and giving the matter any thought at all seems to darken my mind for days afterward.
The age difference between the two, while impossible to calculate with any accuracy, is deeply unsettling. One can tell just by looking at them when they are side by side that something indecent is afoot.
And it has come to my attention, just today in fact, that Death is using their relationship to further his own black agenda in the most despicable manner imaginable. I have it on good authority that he has been secretly poisoning the tips of his paramour's arrows! Disgusting!