Day 52

I'm cheating. It's already Monday. I am up way too late lately and I am sure I will pay for it dearly this week. But tonight was so much fun. We slipped and slid through 6" of snow driving to two parties. One with our pod of lesbo lady friends, decorating Christmas cookies and cooing over a new baby. The second with a half homo crowd at a wine exchange. We came home with 10 nice bottles. Boy was that a loopy crowd. I was DD so I got to watch my friends (and some of their parents) slowly start to slur and talk about all the things you wish you could just talk about anyway. The day he worked in the cafeteria at Kent State, and walked out to hear the gunshots and see the blood run into a drain, and he didn't go back after that but ended up here. How this one is lonely, smokes pot and cooks all day and is a little heartbroken when his busy ER doctor boyfriend comes home to eat chips and grilled cheese instead. The one who longs for her daughter and grandchildren  to move closer to home, she is missing their lives because of an adventure-happy husband who fears living near a major city in case of a major worldwide catastrophe. She who is wanting to feel justified in missing her first married Christmas with her husband's family because she wants to see a friend who will be in town briefly. These two who are broken up but living together and each wishing it were different but neither making the move I really leave. So many stories just dying to be told.