Saturday, April 17, 2010

9 months


Where to start?

With a phonecall Friday night from someone who needed someone?

With a lovely day today, even though it's 9 months, even though my internal clock was tick, tick ticking away?

With a party at Lynnsport which was so much fun last year with Rich, and so, so, painful today.

With an e-card being ignored?

With pettyness and nastyness on one side, and love and support and kindness and caring on the other?

With complications and technicalities on one side, and the possibility of realising dreams on the other?

I have no idea where to start, what to say, or how to say it.

I'm tired, I love Rich, and he loves me.  The AC is in bits over the way today is 9 months - I didn't tell him, I didn't mark it on the calendar, but he knows.

Tea.  A cup of tea is where to start.