Well, this is it. Last day. *grinning wicked* It’s been a time. I think we’ll keep eachother. If he doesn’t watch out, when I hit my settlement, I’ll commision him. Triptych: You, I, and us. Then, now, and capture my youth boy-oh or perish. He’s on the phone right now, seeing to arrangements. He’s flying stand-by. Ian is kind enough to drive us out there. The bed will empty and I won’t be sleeping over anywhere for awhile. This Saturday is Illuminaires and I know I’ll feel sad at the fireworks. Lost in trying to keep your face darling.
Off to morning coffee.