Maybe it was the heart connection. I challenged Mike about his feelings last night. He has seemed pre-occupied, stressed, short fused (with the vacuum cleaner and the kinked hose rather than with me directly). He is walking around me on egg shells. ‘What is going on for you? We’re losing touch’. It is like trying to open a can with a nail file. Finally he says: ‘I’m afraid of losing you’. ‘Hello!’ I say ‘I am still here. You’re missing out on all the fun by worrying about what might happen. You’ve got to switch channels and get with the program. Meet me each day in the only space we both have for living and loving in. Today is the only space we are sure of. Some spontaneous hugs would be good. I am healing well, don’t be afraid to touch me. He touched me. Things are much better today. We are both on the same page.