I don’t, as a rule, edit Beloved’s work, just as he doesn’t typically edit mine either. However today was not a typical day and thus rules were meant to be broken. As in, today, I found myself reading his work. Two hundred pages to be exact, to be read and changes suggested if required. Which meant that while he was out and about, I was home reading his work.
He leans towards a case of florid verbal copy with a more verbose vocabulary. In other words there are times when I need to grab the thesaurus and dictionary on top on of the reference books I need to ensure he has it all set out correctly. So today, while he went shopping for food stuff, I curled up with his words and the appropriate supporting materials.
Time passed by without me even noticing it passage. When he left to go shopping, I got myself set up. When he came home, I barely registered his arrival. I was in the midst of reading a rather large passage of filled with interesting points. To be honest, I really only acknowledged the passage of time he insisted that I stop for something to eat. Right after that break, I went back to finish the work I had started.
The next thing I knew he was standing beside me, the four-footed one under his arm and a cup of coffee from one of my favorite coffee places. A quick glance at the clock let me know that a solid three hours had passed and I hadn’t even gotten up from the chair once. I had a few pages left, so I took the coffee and watched him walk over to the window seat with the dog. The two of them curled up to watch the city before them. And I, well, I finished reading and noting things.
When I was finished, I stood up and stretched. Then I stretched a bit more before walking over to the two on the window seat. Apparently the city was boring as the two of them were fast asleep so I carefully sat down near them to finish my coffee and not get bored by the view, both inside and outside.