I Am Sweaty Today

My wife would rather read through my blog than talk to me about things I want to talk about - or at least that's what she postured few nights ago - feeling deprived of a blog post that she enjoys from time to time.

The title says it all. I'm trying to write, all nervous and anxious because the words aren't coming. Then I decided to ask AI to write for me. 

Though my brow is damp, my soul is on fire with affection for you. Your laughter is my favorite melody, and the way your eyes light up ignites a warmth within me that rivals even the sun's glow. In your presence, my palms get sweaty, my knees weak, and yet I wouldn't have it any other way. It's a testament to the depth of my feelings for you.

Probably not the way I would have wrote a love letter - sounds pretty obvious it wasn't from me.

The recent news we've received has me a little sweaty though. Still hoping for a better outcome, but whatever happens, I know we'll be okay. 

And you can take that to the bank.