I’ve been busy editing the final page drafts of my book. I go back and forth between, “This is okay,” and “God, I can’t write. Why didn’t anyone tell me??”
Yesterday, I walked out the front door of my apartment to get something for dinner, and an old boyfriend was standing there on the street, talking on a cellphone. He glanced at me for a second, but was deep in conversation and didn’t even recognize me! I had sunglasses on, but still! I took advantage of this and kept walking, because I was so hungry I was shaking and didn’t want to stop to talk, but still! Not very flattering, I must say!
He and I were night and day though. He loves to travel, and does so constantly, and I mean constantly. He’s in a different city or country every few weeks, and he’s been living like this for decades. My idea of the perfect evening is curled up on the couch watching television. He likes big parties, I prefer hanging out with one person at a time, or small groups, etc., etc., etc. So, even though break-ups are rarely fun, ours was inevitable, so no hard feelings.
My friend Jonathan sent me this picture in an IM. I tried to find out who took it, but no go. Isn’t it great?? I have that same Godzilla. He sits on the floor in the hallway, protecting me from any monsters who might try to attack me while I’m curled up on the couch, watching television. You know, maybe I should get out of the house a little more …