Thursday, 27 February 2020

Annual conversations, annual best-laid plans.

(I don't even think I have to name names so I'll let you guess and answer it tomorrow.)

What are you giving up this year?

Who, you mean?

Bridge-

I thought about giving up campfire smells or music or sugar or the Devil but then I realized I could work on myself a little.

Go on.

So I'll try to give up boundless worrying.

No more fretting?

Right.

How's that going?

It's really rough.

He laughs and pulls me in, planting a kiss on the top of my head, I'm just happy I'm not on the list.

So I gather you're not giving me up for Lent this year?

Wouldn't dream of it.