6:15 am and I’ve been up for hours.
Jet lag has just begun. I sit now in front of the big screen… trying to compose this. Again I delete what I just wrote a moment ago. Again I look at what I just wrote and consider doing it again and…
Again.
Two and a half months of trying to keep up remotely with my blog, on two different phones. Two months ago, T-Mobil lost a bunch of data when I got my new iPhone XS Max 256 gig bundle of coolness.
Not cool.
An hour or so ago I lost a BUNCH more data when I stupidly clicked to “Restore” that bundle in iTunes.
Now who’s not cool?
I should just delete this entire whine-fest post and find some random poetry in what’s left of my mind’s muddle mass and I would, if it weren’t for the reason I started this way in the first place.
Among the just now lost data were the few brief “good morning” texts I’d exchanged with my sweetheart and it was by looking for them that I discovered my stupid data deleting dumb-shit click. All because I’d wanted to retrieve a screaming ringtone.
Dumb-shit.
But as I scrolled back through those texts that stop at the end of September (when THEY were “lost” by T-Mobile a few weeks later) I saw that I had now recovered a photo of the moon my sweetheart had sent. The moon that she was looking at as I was finalizing my preparations. Preparing to fly into her arms. Into a whole new life.
Wow!
7:00 am now and I look upon the mess in my room I will have to get started dealing with soon. It’s getting light and my sweetheart will be calling when she’s at lunch. I think I’ll go down to the kitchen and see if I have what I need to make myself my usual cup of hot raw cacao, goji berries and honey.
There is a cup I have been looking forward to using.
I love my life.
I love my sweetheart.
I love.
I am so very.
Blessed…
m(___)m
