There is enough work to distract me, there are my good friends to have fun with, there are dogs to walk, food to eat, air to breathe – but there is a BIG JONES that has me in its grip – a jones for my bony dog – it sneaks up on me in the morning when I wake up, it scratches at me when I’m brushing my teeth and see her toothbrush, it wrestles with me when I play with the dogs and eat breakfast, it tugs as mid morning arrives, it pulls me down to the ground when noon rolls around, it begins to gnaw at me in mid afternoon, and then by dinner, I feel spent, worthless, so hungry for the drug that my own shadow is crowded out by thoughts of the bony dog. Should we call off the plan? I take a deep breath – of course not – do I miss you? Like I would air if it were taken from me. So fast we got together – “so fast,” people say – but not so fast – I have been counting the days – and last night, I realized it has been 17,580 days I have been waiting for you – could I wait 21 more? As if.