Well, J. won the wager, though he immediately waived any claims, sensing, I suppose, that now wouldn't be a good time to push it. Dr. Meow called five minutes ago with the unsurprising news.
He called himself, sounding sincerely sorry, and wants to meet with us tomorrow morning to work out the plan for this month and beyond.
Before the call came, I was having a beautiful morning, working in the yard with J., pruning the apple tree and the beautyberry and the crazy, crazy vines. We were laughing and being silly with each other and it's something I will cling to for a while--a moment of release from the whole TTC process, absorbed in something else, and happy.