Friday's Coming

Long week...

I didn't see you today.
I didn't hear from you either.
But that's okay.
You have your life,
I have mine.
I'm busy writing.
Wrote several thousand words yesterday.
Killed a bear.
Sometimes, you just have to.

Unintentionally, killed the washing machine,
it died mid-wash.
That bear could have lived,
but no.
The week drags on.
Today is Thursday.
So happy tomorrow is Friday.
New washer arrives Saturday,
have nowhere to go,
don't need clean clothing to write,
jammies are my writing ensemble.
My characters don't care.

Close to the end of the book.
Not ready to finish it. Yet.
Reading my latest Kindle book.
Going to be fun writing a review of it
as it is really good! One of the ones
you want to meet the characters
for coffee or a drink, talk over exploits,
and remember to swallow
before you explode in laughter.

I didn't see you today.
I didn't hear from you either.
But that's okay. Friday's coming.
We'll share our week like dvr-ed episodes.
We'll forget stuff we wanted to remember,
which, by next Friday,
will be ancient history.
But that's okay.
We're both writing!