Is your ass warm?

Mine is! I’ve got pockets overflowing with roasted, toasted, chewy chestnuts.

(Reaching in…) It’s crowded down there; everything’s moving around as I walk.

Oh my gosh, where’re my manners? Want one?

“Do anything, but let it produce joy.” ~ Walt Whitman

Thoughts, Tuesday, October 25th, 2022

You have never let me down, not once…

Until you died, again and again, and I have had to replace you, bi-annually, dear heating pad.

As I look back on the years, the moments we’ve shared; the laughter while watching a rom-com or spotting someone trip over an uneven sidewalk while peering outside the window; the tears while on my period and questioning my potent ovaries; the in-between times when we just sat together not talking and not needing to – oh how sweet it is, the vacillating warmth between us.

We’re clicking on all cylinders day and night, and then bam! Flatline. You’re cold. No warning, no hint at all, and never a goodbye. This never gets easy.

“Hello, Sunbeam? I’d like to report another death.”

In my defense, tags make more sense in the front – a great segue…

“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words, like ‘What about lunch?'” ~ A. A. Milne


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