Summer

June has flashed past in an alcoholic haze. One martini lead to a month’s worth, and I spent most evenings in the back yard, under the sun, reading, writing, thinking, and falling in love. I never thought that would happen again, but it has; and it’s pretty consuming. This may not be THE one, but it it’s definitely worth a chance! Every single second is completely occupied with love thoughts, and I would believe I was going completely insane, if it wasn’t so beautifully summery and felt so good – even mornings after too many martinis (I’ve learned through trial and error that 3 is my safe limit – and I feel a bit wimpy about that.) I’ve been doing some stupid things – staying up late to talk, flying out to Phoenix for a night on the spur of the moment (and getting stranded for an extra 2 wonderful nights), driving to O’Hare at 2:30 this morning to meet and collect my love… I may be insane, in fact, but this feels better than anything I’ve experienced, so bring on the straitjacket.