Today marks the nineteenth consecutive birthday on which I have not had the one thing I really want, a partner I love with whom I could celebrate the day.
If not for my joy of walking on Saturday mornings with Betsy and Bella I’d probably have fled Atlanta today for a long weekend away.
I wanted to make my return to Red’s Beer Garden last night, but didn’t want to be the guy that shows up thirty minutes before closing time. Today? Perhaps. Or Saturday on bike? Perhaps. I kinda want to go alone since I know it will be a melancholy visit.
I solved today’s Wordle in four attempts; my starter today was FREAK