Upcoming Events (Or: '1 Is the Loneliest Number')
As I write this, it is about 11:10 on July 31st. Which means in- well, less than fifty minutes now, it will be August 1st.
Which is our anniversary. Our first anniversary apart.
Now, I'm not feeling sorry for myself or any such silliness. I'm actually feeling pretty good about it. I intend to spend the lion's share (bit of a pun there, as my darlin' was a Leo) of the day in fond reminiscence, probably poring over photos and reading notes and things we wrote to one another. I'm not sad about it. Well, not much. I still expect it to be an emotional day, though. I really hope the world has the decency to leave me the fuck alone.
Which is our anniversary. Our first anniversary apart.
Now, I'm not feeling sorry for myself or any such silliness. I'm actually feeling pretty good about it. I intend to spend the lion's share (bit of a pun there, as my darlin' was a Leo) of the day in fond reminiscence, probably poring over photos and reading notes and things we wrote to one another. I'm not sad about it. Well, not much. I still expect it to be an emotional day, though. I really hope the world has the decency to leave me the fuck alone.