There are many reasons why I persist in loving Sisly. Chiefly among them is her apparent patience for my dorkiness.
I say apparent because it is completely plausible she is merely humoring me.
Regardless, I can rattle off on this or that phylogeny or this or that algorithm and she’ll just sit there, smiling, staring innocently with her deep black eyes, for a moment or two before ordering me to silence.
And a moment or two is all it takes to satisfy my need to expound irrelevance.
Such moments may seem fleeting, but I relish them wholeheartedly as they are a luxury the likes of which no other relationship has proffered.
Perhaps Sisly finds me entertaining as one would dressing a chimpanzee in a cowboy hat. Hehe. Silly monkey thinks he’s people.
Perhaps her response is similar to the way in which I admire the delicate, fairy bounce to her step.
Or perhaps it gives her time to reflect on her day without me interrupting.
Yeah… I love that girl.