"See you at 9"
At that, I rise from the kitchen table and close up the laptop; my old bones creaking and with a goofy smile on my face. It's a good thing she isn't really here [a mere 4 miles can still make a pretty good sweaty stink, especially in NJ humidity].
I pat the Possum on her head, tell her I love her and go to up my shower.
NOW, my day can begin, in earnest.
15 hours ago