I love your poetic essay but will attempt to inject some personal humour (that u because I live in Vancouver Canada!). The image of you being alone in your underwear yet taking out the correct fork reminded me of the days when my wife of 48 years, Rosemary (the loveliest legs in the world something she shared with my mother) would go to visit her mother in New Dublin, Ontario. This meant that I could cook a large steak and put it on a plate. I would then take out the novel I was reading or a good newspaper and luxuriate on eating and reading at the same time. Then I would pick up the plate and lick it to my satisfaction!