And what was this weirdness?

I've been seeing T for FOUR years. I'm a musician, so we talk about music a lot. I remember once a couple of years ago I was telling him about websites where you can go to look up chords to songs to play on guitar, and he was really interested. I asked him if he knew someone who played guitar and he sort of shrugged it off.

Today I found out that my T plays guitar He said just a little. But still, how weird. I think he feels shy around it, because I know he thinks I'm some kind of musical supergenius (even though he's never heard me play. which is kind of sweet now that I'm thinking about it) and he seemed sheepish. But still, it was really really really really strange to find that out after 4 years of sitting there and talking about playing music.

Anyhow. I watched a movie with my two youngest sons and I'm knitting. The body memories are creepy and icky and keep washing over me. That's the worst part about therapy day. There is *literally* no way to make it stop. So. I sit here and knit and feel the yuck. Ugh.