I miss you and not in the I haven’t seen you or talked to you in a while kind of way…..but in the I miss you because I can’t be with you kind of way.
I lay here distracted from the possibility of sleep with thoughts I can’t share with you. There is not a person I feel I can open up to…about the things that keep me awake. I have me, and while I can keep myself in good company alone I don’t have the warmth of you. Just this miserable Texas heat.
I have a pile of books I need to catalog before I reshelf them or is it reshelve? Well it’s one or the other…and I need to get it done.
I cooked 2 pots of beans this weekend….and my beaners scarfed them up. Must buy more beans….and rice and potatoes…and chicken…the staples of a poor Mexican pantry. Must find new and exciting ways to cook this stuff.
If you were here you would know all this.
I need a mani/pedi, haircut, wax, facial and massage….basically what I need is a spa day. I think I can do all here, minus the massage….unless I plug-in my back massager.
I’ll quit babbling now….ILU.