I didn't want to come back. I honestly could have stayed at my own personal paradise another few days, a week, easily. I said as much this morning to Jay but he claims I always say that. I don't think I have said that recently in the past few times we have come out but then my memory might be shot. I know recently I have been more than ready to return but he claims I said it many times years ago. He claims I never wanted to leave. No me recuerdo.
But it was time to come home and I reluctantly did. Come back home. I am feeling fuzzy headed and odd after being away. I (of course) have already put everything in it's place and stowed things back where things should be stowed. Laundry is keeping time in the room just behind me and I can smell chicken soup cooking on the stove downstairs.
But enough for now. I have terrible urges to get things cleaned up and straighted out here now that I am back. I know my energy will only hold up a little longer so tomorrow will have to be soon enough for some things. I would rather be there.
TT
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