wherein I can't stop puttering

2009-07-01 1:26 a.m.

Like a crazy person, I am up at 1:26 am finishing up cleaning my apartment when I have to get up for a trip at 5:15 tomorrow. I even started cleaning the stove. Why! Go to bed.

I still have that niggling feeling that something's undone, which will be cured by writing here, hopefully.

I'll be on the beach thinking of you and humming and jumping in the water (sneaking my top off) until I get waterlogged, and then I'll be walking along the sand, playing with the ripply bits along the edges until we get too hungry and thirsty and the conversation slows to a crawl and it's time to go home.

the skies opened and the earth shook

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