Turkey and sausage - I don't like them much anymore. Turkey straight from the bird is okay, but lunch meat turkey? No thanks. And sausage has all those questionable white chewy pieces - yuck!
I was going to get up early and be at work by 7. It's twenty after now and I'm not dressed. My hair is still in a towel.
Watching a woman hang on her husband - they just learned their daughter, who teaches English in Japan and has been missing for 4 days, is safe. I can feel the relief that's written on the mother's face. I want to cry for her.
Jimi and I had a conversation last night - "I know how much you love me, Nat. Everyone tells me." "Who's everyone?" "EVERYONE. My brother; my co-workers; Steve; Maria; my sister, the day you met her. You love me so much, everyone can see it." I laid there, with my head nestled on his shoulder, listening to his words, and the tears started. I don't know why - I suddenly felt vulnerable. Sometimes it's scary to give that much of yourself; it felt like my heart was laying out there, bare, for anyone walking by to poke and prod at. I laid there, and I let the tears roll over the bridge of my nose and down my face, pooling in the space where my ear met Jimi's arm. "But you love me that much back, right?" I asked when I was able to find my words. He squeezed me closer, both arms wrapping me to him, "Of course! How could I not?! How could I not love someone who gives me so much love?" God help me, I really did think "the others didn't." I didn't say it, though. For once, I was able to keep my mouth shut and not ruin the moment. I know my heart is safe with him. Like I know my name, I know that.
I really have to get ready for work now. Happy Tuesday! Is it Friday yet?