Win

 Win, loss, draw.  Mostly draws then.  Some losses then.  But all wins now.

Here were some draws:
-Bill gets abaga thick tortilla chips.  Kath gets abaga thin tortilla chips.
-Bill keeps all his clothes for… sometime in the outdated future.  Kath relegates overcrowdeds to boxes, corners, attics.
-Bill stockpiles ammunition — just in case.  Kath collects teacups.
-Bill plans two meals beyond the next two meals.  Kath slaps together a PBJ.
-Bill tells almost everybody almost everything.  Kath blushes and smiles.
-Bill plays golf.  Kath watches golf. 

Here were some losses:
-No, Kath cannot build a fire in the wood stove.  Somehow she cannot build a fire without smoke.  (Don’t fires smoke?)
-No, Kath cannot drive a stretch of the freeway.  Bill is not tired and really doesn’t need the music up loud or the window down.
-No, Kath cannot hold onto the rail because there could be disease causing germs.  Killer germs.
-No, Kath should not add salt.  Salt affects Bill’s blood pressure condition.  No salt. 

Here are abuncha wins:
-Kath has a toaster now.  The toaster oven is stored but probably won’t reappear.  Yea!  A regular, space-saving, no-dialing toaster.
-Kath takes a spin on her bike sometimes without her helmet.  She feels the wind in her hair.  Ooooh!
-Kath buys jars of lotion to finger it all out til the end.  She doesn’t drain pump bottles anymore.
-Kath eats charred burgers!  Those yummy black-around-the-edges, very well done, taaasty, give-me-another patties!
-Kath sits in the window seat and gets a better view of take-off and houses becoming legos.
-Kath runs in the dark, always with a light, but in the dark, and sees the stars, and hears the quiet, and feels the brisk. 

Kath wins now.  To be honest she would rather draw or even lose, but she’ll take a win.  All the wins.  And hope that Bill loves to see her win.