It's raining.....it's pouring...
the old man is snoring.
Not really.
He is downstairs laid out on the sofa....exhausted from bringing heavy items up two flights of stairs.
I can really hear the rain falling in this new place. I love it!
I'm thinking about the guitar rythmn of the rain in "Kathy's song" again.....
Alone? I love to be alone.
"You can have one more night at the condo and only one,".....
that's what Bubba said to me just now.
I guess he misses me a little bit.
A clingy, jealous woman I am not.
He wouldn't tolerate that one minute out of me.
Those kind ruin relationships that used to be good and fun.
Going to get a steak and talk to each other about how things are going in our life and if I'm really officially moving in tomorrow night.
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