Lauren and the children came to Reading this Saturday and slept over. I had not seen them for nearly a week. I returned with the family to London on Sunday. Lauren and I made love Saturday afternoon. We made love Saturday night. We made love Sunday morning. And we made love Sunday night. We did not make love this Monday morning, though. We were too sore. Something is going on, but the future is still very much the future. I cannot but remember that Elise and I made love a lot just before we split up. Almost exactly seventeen years ago.