I've spent much of 2013 in the hospital. I see some doctors tomorrow who will make a determination as to whether I can go home (the following day.) It's too early to tell, but I would *guess* that they will grant permission for me to leave & go home.
Because I don't have enough to worry about, I started planning out my potential future schedule. Then, I reflected back on the last few months. Wrong move! I've hardly done anything but watch Top Chef from start to the current episode. Yes, I've paid bills, corresponded with friends, (barely) read the Bible, but most of the time I've been drooling. Over what?
It wasn't the food.
Yes, I still have the gift of falling for married straight men with children. Now if only I could figure out a decent use for said 'gift.' I mean, when was the last time THAT skill was needed?
Well, at least he isn't looking at ME anymore.
Don't be so sure, Wayne. One never forgets his first love — or his 853rd — even if the years of wedded bless were completely imaginary.