My lungs are still leading a revolution. Each day, I accomplish the bare minimum required to sustain work and life. Thank goodness The Genius is 16 and self-sufficient!
I’m spending the majority of my time lying in bed doing my impersonation of Doc Holliday in Tombstone.
Cough. Cough. Cough.
Val Kilmer did a much better job of it than I am!
Seems like as good a time as any to update my dating site profiles. New pictures, new descriptions, new batch of potential dates.
I haven’t met anyone new on the dating sites since I started dating Nature Boy. My last first date was someone I’ve known for years. Somehow dating someone from a dating site is less pressure – if it doesn’t work out, you never see him again. No harm. No foul.
I remind myself that’s how I met Coach, who I dated for four months. Coach who catches better than any man I’ve ever dated. Coach who has started texting again. From Colorado.
You are still so very pretty girl.
Somehow when he says it, I believe it.
Take note, Universe: I’m ready for another beau. One who makes me feel the good things I felt with Coach and Nature Boy. And maybe some good things I haven’t felt yet.
Just as soon as I can get through a sentence without coughing on one.