Busy, Busy in the Beehive State
So Friday was like this:
Waffles and fries, followed by tea and shopping, with Stephanie.
Then, later, a decent rehearsal, a ride from an amicable gent, and Gallery Stroll with another Stephanie (I now have three regular Stephanies in my life, along with a host of supporting Stephanies).
Finish it off with a delicious dinner at Himalayan Kitchen, good wine, good conversation, a great book (Poisonwood Bible), and then early to bed.
All in all, a successful Friday.
So why do I feel this hollow feeling, like I’m doing something wrong? Like something is missing.