Yes, it is Saturday and I am posting for last Thursday (internet magic), yes she looks like she is smelling his underarm (she wasn’t, she was completely entranced by him), and yes time always seems to play games with us (it isn’t personal, at least I don’t believe it to be), but all there needs to be is one small glimmer of hope, one reason to get up in the morning and try again at what wasn’t accomplished the day before. Things are always looking up.—Dominick
