First things first, Kate is still happily married to Harold. My suspicions were basically correct, they had gotten into a spiral of poor communications. Later, she even told me I helped save their marriage.
I wouldn't recommend that type of therapy for most relationships (but send pics, I'm willing to consider).
Because of some the volunteer work do, I may see Kate once or twice a year, never for very long. A couple of years ago we wound up seated across from each other a banquet table. I didn't check to see if she kept her legs crossed.
About a year after Kate I found ASPD and the hobby. Still searching for the fully-clothed fix.
When I started writing the last Saturday I had no idea it would span over 9,000 words. The memories came back in a flood, but the compression ratio of the pictures and words in my memory banks exceeded my estimates. Also, the actual mechanics of writing was more difficult that I expected. Besides the difficulties trying to type with a 14-lbs Siamese purr-monster in my lap, I was also writing each part twice. Once from memory and once for deniability which meant I was averaging about 4 - 5 words a minute. But it's done now.
I inserted the Captain Little Sailor and crew of the good ship USS Hunterprize when I was looking for a good way to illustrate the Big head vs Little Head debates some us have. It became a simple and much more humorous way of conveying what I thought to be rather complex emotions in a few words. What is interesting is how funny (to me) some of the bits were after I wrote them. At the time I wrote them I was trying to convey certain emotions I didn't have words for. Don't worry, the Ship and her crew will continue on their mission looking for willing skirts with legs in pumps, and the occasional cheerleader, or two. And breakfast.
And just so you know, I
LOATH cheese-puffs.