Mammals and Mondays

Streeeeeeeeeeeeetch. What a tiring weekend. Moving is fun, but liberating. It's nice to decorate my new little nook. It's reinvention. Shouldn't every day be a day like that, though? I shouldn't be SAVING life for special ocassions. In other news, I've been completely fascinated by physical contact lately (when am I not though, really), and its characteristics. Okay, I recall first kisses and such, and I remember really needing to swallow many times before the actual kiss. Out of nerves, I'd assume. But is this true for all? And why do people get SO nervous and anxious and hungry for physical contact on a first date? Our bodies are amazing. And I love that some couples have been holding hands for 30 years and it seems like second nature. Nature is weird. But so good. How does it all work? A series of customs that follow from generation to generation, this connectedness? And dancing? Why does it FEEL so good? And abrazando is like the best thing ever, and feels SO right and comforting. We are seriously mysterious creatures. Anyway, what I"m trying to express is that people touching people is so nice. Physically.