Alas, 'tis morning of the day after . . .
and I awoke with sweet memories of
yesterday and the question, "What
happens now?"
At 7:00, we're off to the dealership to
spend 8 hours while they fix my car
in a recall. My bones are already sore
in the thinking of sitting around for
the requisite time.
I suggested we walk to our fave café
and drink margs all day. Somehow, my
guy didn't think that was a good idea.
Now, isn't this the same man that
opened a bottle of champagne at o' dark
thirty yesterday morn by the fire? Gasps
aside, I'm glad there's someone in the
family with their head on straight.
Sooooo, today is indeed the morning
of the day after and life returns to what
passes for normal. 'Tis off to the dealer
we go, but we'll always have yesterday!
missing yesterday
morning of the day after
still have memories
p.s. I'll take another piece of yesterday,
please . . .
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