Hovering

"You'll just have to suck it up," I said. "Manage yourself. What's good for the gander is good for the goose. The moment he gets it into his head that Monday is a possibility, then the whole thing comes crashing down and you'll have the Monday night hover to deal with 'till kingdom come."

"Hmm," she said. "It's a trade off."

"It is," I said. "But like with anything else, an unpredictable supply leads to panic and fear and desperation and watching pointless TV until 1am. Is that what you want?"

"No," she said resolutely. "I'm going to put an end to this hovering. Tuesday and Friday only. No exceptions."

"Good on you," I said.

But I went home feeling a little glum. I put an end to all hovering years ago. But Tuesday feels like a long time away.