I'm writing this from our family beach vacation, which was planned long before the events of last week. Suddenly it feels very strange to be apart from Fenton. As a scientist, logic would dictate that nothing substantive has changed, but the heart says otherwise. I wonder if this is the last vacation trip I'll ever take without him.
Tree seemed eager for the drapery designs I uploaded into her system for her approval. While I won't be moving in until after the wedding, I could tell she's been waiting for a woman's touch. While I'm certainly no Martha Stewmeat, Fenton freely admits that I'm an improvement over him in interior decoration. (Remember, he sees things with his sonar as simple shapes; no colors or patterns register to him.)
Rudy, in his usual tactless way, asked how I'd feel living inside a sentient Tree in regard to... um, marital relations. I doubt Tree would care at all about what Fenton and I would do in bed, as she'd probably view it as a natural process completely lacking in emotional resonance to her...the way we see pollination.