Monday is filled with business. All of the sadness that I thought would be hanging around following the Mother’s Day trip is simply nonexistent. Or maybe I just can’t see it.
As I walked through the door Saturday night, my intuition on high alert, I had no idea that I had it aimed in all of the wrong directions. I was ready for almost anything.
“Hello!” (Hugs, hugs, hugs)
“Hello!” (Hugs, hugs, hugs)
“Keith! You’ve put on a few pounds.” Not a question. A statement.
“It looks good on you.” It? There will be no talk of relationships that day. It will be the topic of choice. It has saved the day.
I relax. Somewhere inside myself. Somewhere inside it.