I’m sitting at my desk, at my job, most likely for the last time and what I feel is not what I expected. I’m leaving to go to Champaign tomorrow morning, with Bleeker in tow, to meet his surrogate mommy. We’ve been spending a lot more time together than usual; I’ve been using him as an escape from packing. We learned Crazy People by the Wreckers, and we’re going to play it loud in union station tomorrow (after my mother and I part ways).
I got this new dress, and it cinches so tight at the waist, and this new old watch, and it doesn’t run, but it’s so rusty and perfect.
This is going to be a short post, because I have a lot more to do. But you know what? Three days with some of my favorite people ain’t shabby. I’m going to relax and let it be wonderful.
Maybe the next time I write I’ll be in France. Hopefully not, because, for some reason, that’s a really sad thought.
