It's Monday. A fresh start. A new week. I've pulled down the remainder of the birthday ribbons, leaving them on the kitchen floor for the cats to play with. I'm excited to get my appointments over with so I can come home and settle in in a cool spot with a cold terribly alcoholic drink now that Henry's shift for tonight has been cancelled and I'll make a cold dinner at six. Maybe I'll finish my book. I'm already way ahead on chores thanks to two appointments in one day (no it's not anything salacious, just a trip to the vet for one pet and then a trip to the dealership for a followup on a vehicle) and that's a good thing.
(I love car shopping. I mean, secretly I do but outwardly no way.)
It's supposed to be the hottest day of the year today, too.
I head back to the kitchen to put my coffee cup in the dishwasher and Gage is sitting at the island. I pause just long enough for him to catch me hesitating before I head straight for the sink. Dammit.
Hey, he says. Casual. Like always.
Morning. You sleep?
He nods. You?
Never, I frown and then smile. No big deal.
Aw. Eventually, I hope.
Me too.
Hey, Bridge?
Yes?
Let's not be weird.
Trying my best.
Look. I've got this plate of bacon and it would be a shame if you didn't steal it.
Oh my God, I didn't even see that!
Right? Come share it with me. He pulls a stool over beside his with a grateful smile as if the sun rises and sets by my happiness-
Oh, wait, that's right.
It does.
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Also, does anyone else see that A Perfect Circle's The Outsider is a good companion to Evans Blue's The Promises and the Threat?
God. It's the perfect blend, one seamlessly into another.
Your music taste is a force to be reckoned with. Ben's always been in awe of how precisely I weigh what goes into my ears.
Has to be, I say hastily. Blame Lochlan. Gotta go already. It's getting late.