3:28pm // Back Porch, Home
I don’t get this vantage point often, my back porch on a Monday evening sipping wine. I have six days stretching ahead of me with no airplanes. My husband keeps asking me when I’m leaving; not out of malice, out of habit. For as often as he guilt trips me for leaving on Sunday evenings or Monday mornings, I realize that my leaving affords him freedom from me.
He gets to leave a week’s worth of dishes in the sink without my asking if the dishwasher is broken.
He gets our pillow-topped king size bed all to himself.
It must be hard being married to me, what with my travel schedule and demanding wo… HA, I can’t even complete that thought.
Another glass of wine? Why yes, I think so.
Journey on, Janes. 🍷
(by the way – Happy Thanksgiving week, Janes!! May your business travel be light, and your plate of turkey heavy.)