It was a rare quiet moment when the television was not blasting in the physicist office. I went it in and began talking to him about my Trinidadian poecilia picta tank and the dogs. Then I went on about how I realized that, as a result of the extreme drought measures taken by the HOA across the street from us, their lawns are all dead, and an extended family of gophers has moved into what remains of our ground cover. He responded to me quietly and we seem to be having a nice conversation, so I went over to hug and kiss him, which is always a little difficult because of his extreme shyness even after 22 years since I first asked him out. Then I heard a voice from the computer, asking him where he had gone to and realized that he was still in the middle of an international Skype meeting for his experiment. People in seven time zones saw me in my pajamas. Sigh.