I woke up today and there was no one typing in bed in the guest room. No one brought me cheese toast as I scowled at my morning email. No one asked me how to word anything.
Hurricane Clause was in full effect last night as we sat in the yard with my former student colleague L and her young man. L and Cougar went on a genealogical tear as Young Man and I rolled our eyes discreetly at each other.
She’s off to parts nearby to do research at Hoity Toity University. After her day at HTU, we’re going to my old stomping grounds to have beer with one of my oldest friends and one of my newest friends.
Until then I’m playing “Is that a single quote or a dust smudge?” with my journal article and then hoping fit in some time with the Fucker.
If you see two curly heads having way too much fun in your local bar this evening, while others stare on in amusement, that will probably be us.