What a tease.

Two more nights.

For the last three weeks, because of various summer anomalies in other people's schedules, Chloe and Red and I have had the house to ourselves. Her clothes are hanging next to mine in the closet. She replaced our showerhead (which I suspect was out of sheer exasperation, but I choose to see it as incredibly sweet). I've stopped being jealous of Red having the middle of the bed. We've even figured out the exact right configuration and timing of open windows and doors, to keep that bed at the right temperature!

And now, it's about to end.

Regular routines resume, and the fact is we don't live together. Yet. Might never. And it makes me terribly, awfully sad to give up the temporary taste of it.

At the same time, I'm silly with joy over how much fun it's been. And how comfortable. We're not sick of each other, and even though there's been way more work hours than usual for two of us, we've all gotten through that with humor and grace.

There was an earlier period like this, where we got to see what it was like to spend every night together for a while. We're so much closer now. More practical? Not necessarily ... we keep saying we're going to catch up on sleep, but then we keep oops having more CRAZY hot awesome blinding sex almost every time we go to bed. Sheesh.

Next week makes a year we've been a triple. We can hold out long enough to finally achieve the Trifecta Dream Home, right?

*yawn*

So very boring.

Well, no: the Trifecta continues to be the most novel and engaging thing in my life, and I want to spend every minute I possibly can just reveling in it.

And there are still periods of melodrama. There's a family member who thinks Chloe and Red are having an affair, without me knowing (which would make me the THICKEST wife EVER), and while we would love to disabuse this person of their delusion, that would probably blow our cover at work, which might get someone fired. So we're still debating what to do, and how to arrange life around this person (total avoidance is not an option).

There are exciting new discoveries. (Remember Mexico, where we learned that straight boys AND straight girls gave us the thumbs-up? Turns out, gay guys are also impressed by Red! And make us feel welcome in their bars, so far without exception.)

I finally got everybody rings. Here is one of them:

Because in three weeks, we reach our one-year mark.

I'm pretty sure I have never been this happy. By turns it gets dramatic, weird, exciting, and confusing. But it also has gotten *comfortable*. It has become the default, the Way Things Are. That may be the best part of all.