I miss A.. Especially on Saturdays. Saturdays, see, were the days when A. and I would max out around the house and do nothing. Read the paper, drink too much coffee, maybe go to Carmen’s for brunch, but really do nothing.
Everyday is kind of like Saturday for me I suppose in the sense that all of my days are the same: I wake up, drink coffee, and read books. But I miss A. Saturdays.
(Stay tuned for a dinner post tonight…if it turns out. Teaser: peanut butter and tomato juice)