Tomorrow morning one small introvert is supposed to meet up
with a work colleague for coffee, at the markets down the road. The trouble is
that as one lies here on the couch with a book, playing hooky from the gym, all
one can do is pray to assorted gods that she decides not to come out this way.
The weather has settled in for a cold snap; the pj bottoms are on, along with a
pair of knitted booties and honestly one doesn't think that tomorrow will dawn particularly
early. In fact it may be a late start, which will push back the morning run...
and there's laundry that needs to be done... and some dishes... and a bed to
change... and... and...
Sighs social... not so much... though one might invite Him
down to the markets for street vendor food... who can resist German sausages for breakfast?
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