The Reach-Around

See...women are amazing.

I know women who can take off a bra which they themselves are wearing, while they're also wearing clothes on top, often while using only one hand.

I've checked with physicists on this, and that's not technically possible within this universe's set of dimensions. Just saying - think about that.

I...don't have those sorts of skills. Honestly, I couldn't undo a bra that someone else is wearing, while staring at it, using both hands and a special bra-undoing device from www.undoingstuff.com.

None of this is strictly relevant, but it kind of explains something.

Right now, with dad having been in hospital for a stone-cold month and fighting a sonofabitch infection, he's down to family-only visitors, and we all have to wear aprons and gloves to visit him.

I can't tie my own apron.

I mean...ever.

I hold the two bits, I tie them together, I try and make it work...and it fails.

What's more, yesterday I had to tie d's. She backed up, and I was looking at the two bits, I tied them together, and they fell apart. I tried again...and they fell apart.

Technically, this isn't relevant either, but it does explain why, for the last few weeks, d's been tying my apron.

Which, in itself, explains why l felt it.
I felt the reach-around.

28 pounds ago, d was able to put her arms waaaay around me. It brought us closer (see what I did there?). Tonight, she wrapped her arms around me to tie my apron and I felt the girth of my body as her arms brushed by me. And I felt...wrong. Just wrong.

I want my wrap-around back. I mean I really want my wrap-around back. And yes, I know, compared to...well, practically anything else in the world, this is small news and small reporting, but right now my life is a focussed thing, and it hit me hard, so the ripples going through my brain are bigger than they might otherwise be. What's more, I delivered to one of my toughest deadlines to date this morning...so it's time to get serious.

Again.