Here’s a little dayender for you. It is Thursday; it is nearly Friday. It is one more big push and then eight more big pushes followed by a series of pushes and then someday I’ll die but in the middle it will be friends and quesadillas and river walks and cups of tea and sunny mornings and sleeping with the windows open. It is John Paul O’Donnell’s birthday today.
And there is this, on my bookshelf, from the artful hands of Quinn.
I’m going to put all my homework/troubles in Cat Rikers for the night while Jake and I say farewell to this day, and hello to “The X-Files”.