True story: Retiring from a wedding rehearsal for friends, the lounge singer in the courtyards

The rain pours down like a forewarning this evening. Expect this. Lots of this.
Tut tut. It looks like rain.
The excitement continues to build up and still i do everything to stay go the moment.
As the wind blows i'm seeing everything that once seemed so permanent so vulnarable.
Lightning crashes and lights up the reality of it all. Everything is tempral.

Letter of resignation is in
With time off coming these next few weeks couldn't better

In my Marine's words, "like we never missed a beat."
My poor j is still dying and i sent him to recover in a hotel bed. We'll call today to see how it goes?
In politics, I missed most of a presidential candidates appearance last night. But considering my vote is based on my own little rationale, leno appearances doesn't do much to pursuade me. But then again? We are talking about america.

After a day of traveling and soul bearing i law awake in the hotel bed in denver. More efficient than a priest, i found myself confessing my past life to J in the miles we passed.
The sordid details of past choices went by like mile markers and without judgement or words, the miles passed

J has made the journey from four hours to nowhere and is now familiar with the notorious new mexican green chile.
Comfortably satiated he now has a sleeping bag to call a bedroom as jealousies will not allow him a place in my bedroom.
Like a champ, he takes it all in stride and saves me from a unmistakable challenge at the beginning of our road trip.
Tomorrow denver, friday Casper Wy and my Marine!
Lets hope they get leno in wyoming i hear its supposed to be worth the watch.
I'm traveling my little universe today, drop me a line if you'd like a postcard.

My house didn't get clean, my laundry didn't get done. But my friends were seen and our lives were shared.
Don't You miss sharing?