there has been much fretting lately. i suspected the source but didn't know for certain. i tend to share my frets with the world. if you ask me how i'm feeling during such moments, i will tell you that i feel blue, that i worry. her way is to fret in silence, or what she perceives as silence. but oh the noise of silent fretting. it fills the house. i hear it shuffling around the place. i want to pull up a chair and sit and talk with it. i want to offer it some tea, get to know it better. make a little space for it.

so i was happy when she sat at the desk before the computer one evening. a glow lighting up the room as she tapped, tapped, tapped. i sensed the fretting was spilling out. her back arched, her lips moved as she re-read her words. i made several fly bys to try to get a glimpse of the post. but she shood me away.

but alas when i logged in the next morning, nothing new was there. had the fretting been let out to wander, to stretch its scrunched up legs and then hauled back inside?

there have been times when she has posted something and i noticed a typo, a little error, something amiss. log in as me, she would say. make the change, do me a favor. and so i would.

so was it so very wrong of me to log in and read her unposted draft, her secret fret?

am i a terrible, terrible snoop?