4 Magic Words

"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.