I woke this morning almost manic with joy that the new year was here. Outside the weather was cold and bitter, but I managed to walk Loca to Cabrini park and let her romp and play with Lance and another. Arlene pulled against the leash as if it was an afterthought.
Work began with the usual array of phone calls and emails and organization.
I then contacted and was contacted by a few people that I had missed an opportunity to find closure with on certain issues.
And then, the manic joy, the walking on air, settled down into a tough as hell Reformer class and vacuuming out the entire house. Now all that remains is sense of security – of being back in my routine – of knowing what to expect from me.
A friend writes she longs for a companion to have mad crazy fun with – I respond, me too, but I’ll take my band of merry women that have been my compadres of late and romp with them into the midnight hours.
Soon, it will all be revealed – or at least that is what one of my friends always says.