A rocky patch

Art and I are currently not speaking.

This afternoon it was veering close to a catastrophic breakdown in communications and we could have been divorced by Friday, however it has settled into the familiar sulky silence/argument.

You know, the one where art says “so are you going to *bother* with Altermodern” and I say “No. AND I don’t care for your attitude”. Or I say “I suppose it would be too much to expect you to discuss the body politic” and art replies “I would but it would probably be over your head”.

On the plus side the make up sex might be good (have I taken this metaphor too far?)