Thursday is Coffee Chat day.
BUT . . .
My Coffee Chat buddy is not in my kitchen.
No one has snuck in my window.
No one has picked up a guest . . .
. . . or two . . .
No one has shown up stinking drunk at my back door,
or even called me to cancel our weekly date.
Why, you ask?
Somebody whose name I won't mention decided to go on a vacation with her husband. To Jamaica. Since I'm typing this post, I think you can all guess I'm not typing it from a beach chair. So I may as well just say it.
S.K. has deserted me.
Thankfully, this is only temporary, and we'll be back next week with brand-new coffee and a brand-new bunch of rambling conversation—unlike those reruns linked above.
For this week, though? This is S.K.'s happy place:
And this . . . sigh . . . is me:
No worries. I need the recovery time from A to Z anyway.
Rest up, everyone, and enjoy some down time! See you next week!