
Passion makes the old medicine new; lops off the bough of weariness; is the elixir that renews:
How can there be weariness when passion is present? Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue: Seek passion!
- Rumi
Another day of gazillionbillion little details. Another afternoon daydreaming of David and being excited about him coming by after his work and an evening of dancing at the Gay/C Squaredance Fly-in. I put the quilt on the bed - so he doesn't get cold. I've stocked the fridge with fresh fruit to make him a yogurt bowl in the morning (vanilla yogurt, granola and eight or nine different fresh fruits). I have a lovely green thick flannel pair of sweats, a tshirt and robe laid out for him - so we don't even need to get "dressed" in the morning. When I take out Miss Kate I'll get him the New York Times and the Chronicle - and the coffeemaker will sputter to life as I'm out with her. I'll come back and while she snuggles up on the bed with him - I'll make breakfast, putting bagels in the toaster - and getting everything ready. He'll shuffle by on the way to the bathroom - and we'll stop and hug. I'll whisper "good morning little bear" in his ear. He'll let out that little contentment morning sound of his - and grab the newspaper and head to the bathroom. I'll walk over and pull back the blinds and let the fresh air in by opening the slider. I'll put the bagels down to toast - and start the music on iTunes. and that's how we'll start our weekend. I'm so looking forward to it.