Thursday, today was crazy. It literally bitch slapped me back to reality. I can’t say that Thursday hit me like an old lady. It caught me off-guard.
Reality: I am not invincible. Shit happens. Sometimes you don’t have anything to wipe it off or wash it off.
Reality: Even if things go awry, not according to plan, I come home to my anchor. She’s a tough rock, a ball and chain as described by people in my kind of situation. I am very thankful that I have my anchor. She keeps me sane while I drive her insane. We’re a match made in heaven, she doesn’t know it yet. Together we’ve made lovely barnacles that we don’t mind keeping on the hull of our rusty ship.
This is the closest that I come to my dream of writing something that resembles cheese. She loves cheese, the dairy kind. I know that she loves the nondairy kind, and won’t admit it, but I am not too sure if I can dish it out either. This is the closest to a try I’ve had in years. I just hope she stays sane long enough for me to actually pull out a magical rabbit from my hat.
Thursday bitch slapped me today, more than a couple of times than I care to remember. Tomorrow, I’ll face Friday. Maybe I’ll give it a firm kick to the groin and then just run away, back to my very dear anchor. After all, tomorrow’s the 13th.