Connectiut's weather sucks! Oppressive days and stormy nights. Severe weather alerts flash across the local channels, and you almost get struck by lightning going down the post road.

Positive: More time for writing!

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I'm not living with Morelli right now, but I guess I'm just visiting. Just visiting; I've brought an air conditioner and installed it in the bedroom window.

I don't know why! I guess I'm tired of sweating through the night. Maybe I am living here, but part time. Right now it's a fight about everything. It's not fighting, per se, but more like bickering.

No matter, he isn't home at the moment. I feed Bob, and we go for a walk. We get an ice-cream from the ice cream truck before we go home. Its late in the afternoon and all I am looking forward to is napping in front of the AC.

So is Bob. He lays right against my side on his back. Bad dog breath in my face, I roll onto my belly with my face toward the low, running AC.

The house is quiet. The argument of the next door neighbor is drowned out by the AC. She will win. She always wins, and then she makes dinner. After dinner, they drink until they forget they were even arguing.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the next thing I know, Morelli is home. He says something, but my face is in the pillow so I miss it.

Bob is excited to see Morelli. He sits up and gives a bark. He moves around. He's off the bed, and then he's on the bed again. I turn over to see that Morelli takes off his gun and his watch. He puts his phone on the nightstand. He takes off his shirt. He looks for another, puts it over his head and starts on me again.

"Where did the AC come from?"

"Store." Simple answer.

"Who put it in?"

"Me, myself and I." I give him the finger. It's a gesture for getting snippy, but also so he can see the scratches from putting the AC in the window, and screwing it in.

He gets into the bed at my back. He puts his arms around me, and pulls me close. His face goes into my neck and hair.

"I'm still mad at you."

"Cupcake." He kisses my neck, "you can be mad at me all you want, but after the day I had, I will hold you hostage under me until I fall asleep."

"I said I was mad, not moving."

"Good." He brings me even closer- if that is even possible.

He falls asleep fast.

Bob tries to get between us, gives up, and stretches out on our feet at the end of the bed.

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My phone rings…

His phone rings…

Someone's phone rings….

Out of my fog, I distinguish it to be his phone.

I elbow him. He rolls away. He picks his phone up, sits up and listens. He hangs up and curses.

"Problem?" I question.

"Isn't there always," he snaps.

I roll over and give him my back. "And here I thought I was the one PMSing. Someone's in a mood."

"Yes, I am in a mood, and you are not making it any better!"

"You left the toilet seat up, Morelli, and I fell in."

"You should be watching what you are doing!"

"You didn't even flush!" I snap.

"I don't have time for this." He puts his watch back on, gun and phone."

"You go off and do what you have to do, but when you get back you'll be all by yourself."

"Fine by me!" He whistles for Bob and both of them are gone out the door.

My cramps aren't helping my mood, but at least I'm not flying off the wall.