I sense that you are near. Where are you? There was a handsome longhaired black cat in the garden late this afternoon. I took it as a sign. It's Tuesday.
Aaargh.
Bread dough rising on back of pellet stove. I so look forward to baking pies for you, and there will be spaghetti & meatballs and sticky toffee pudding - a new one for me, you too? - as we find our way.
There's a song on now, Mendocino. Lovely place. Oh to be there with you - or anywhere else for that matter...
Later. (Kisses.) Oh, where are you? Snow day tomorrow maybe. I hope the very very last I ever experience without you.
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