…and Friday makes three.


Moody week ahead for me. If I am short, forgive. If I cry, pass a tissue. If I am not heard from, check on the cat. In the car, on the bicycle, or communing with the powers that are, and will be. Looking for stardust, chasing shadows and remembering that first kiss. Friday will be three years, and it was just yesterday that he said he loved me. I know, somewhere, he is waiting for me to pick him up at 5:00 p.m. and I’m running late.