Clock moves so slowly, time moves so fast
Quite a lot has happened these last few days. It's hard to know what all I should chronicle here, and what I should leave to the fleeting moments of golden measured days. Most of these evenings I've been busy with other things and haven't done much writing, here or elsewhere.
There's been work of course, steady as she goes. Yesterday was quite a fun day. Amy and I spent some time together in the morning before we headed in different directions for work. We watched a chick-flick, and ate lots of bacon. It was a great start to a Saturday. Then of course we had to leave for work, but that was okay too. Work was usual, and I closed at the coffeeshop, and then went home for a bite of supper before meeting several friends downtown.
We congregated in a bookstore/coffeeshop, curled on couches talking and laughing as our number swelled. Then someone had the brilliant idea to put paper on the coffee-table and draw together. But we didn't have any big sheets of paper. Out come everyone's notebooks and a myriad of pens. I manage to scrounge up some tape from my purse (wash-tape with ruler-markings no less). We lay the papers our together in a hodgepodge collage, and tape them together. Sitting, kneeling, leaning, chatting. We all pick up pens and markers and begin to draw whatever comes into our heads. We write random things. (I wrote some in morse code as usual.) It was a wonderful time to just spend chilling with like-minded and beloved friends.
I drove home after that and made myself a refried-bean, spinach, sort of omelette. In want of savory protein and greens. And then Ashley came back and we caught up a little on our weekend.