"What a difference a day makes!"
~Stanley Adams
I had a lovely day planned, but for
various reasonable happenings, this
no could do be, that's as it should be.
Clean slate, pristine palate, a read-
justment, if you will. Let's celebrate!
First of all, cold champagne in bed.
A stunning black bottle; tall, chilled,
enticing . . . sans paroles . . .
Chilled margaritas come to mind, why
wouldn't they?! I bow to the gods that
I had the presence of mind to have all
the necessary ingredients! Wow! Yum!!
Amen!!! Not really certain there are
enough superlatives in the dictionary
for such joy . . .
And oh my god, let's take a look at
the gourmet . . . my guy knows how
to cook . . . okay, let's say create! It
may not be often that he indulges
moi, but when he does, 'tis worth
any kind of wait!
I'm having a look-see at this p.m . . .
think I see some coffee with Saint
Brendan's Irish Cream coming on.
There might even be some gourmet
snacks involved . . .
Good thing I don't drink several
months out of the year or I might
just be working my way towards
alcoholism . . . or would that be,
Alcoholics Anonymous . . .
Can't help but wonder what this
magick night might bring on the
morrow . . .
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