What a difference a day makes . . .
Yesterday, I was enjoying an a.m.
fast break with two of my besties
and today, I'm back in my own
real world.
Real world in the sense that 'tis
the space where I exist/live/love
on a regular basis.
One of the things I find interesting
in these years of retirement wonder
would be the need, as well as the
joy, of being at home.
On those rare occasions when I
get dragged out of my cocoon,
I find I enjoy my friends and
activities immensely. And, I am
well pleased that I also love my
own hearth and home.
Still . . . something to be said for
getting out and about from time
to time.
Alas, my fire hearkens . . .
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