tuesdays are only slightly better than mondays.
i miss john a lot in the hour and a half i have to wait for him to get home from work every evening.
i come home, let the dogs out, feed the kitty, think about straightening up the house (nah, there’s always tomorrow)… plan dinner (or in this case, text john and tell him i don’t want any of the things we have here. which is also exactly what i did last night, too.) the week’s are always the same, dragging along. long days. short nights. living for the weekend (am i this old already?!)
p.s. in the past twenty five minutes i have talked to my sister, my dad, and my mom. and now i hear john pulling up the driveway. yay for when time flies :)