All right, laugh at me: it's either feast or famine on this so-called blog.
Just had some thought occurring, in between loads of laundry. I'm putting it down lest I forget it myself: the thought might call for extension in days to come:
Love is not merely to be expressed, it is also to be acted upon. Acting is alway harder than expressing. When the stakes in acting become too high, many expressers (okay I made up that word) flee.