Book of Poetry

Just another lazy day. 

 

Hot mess. 

 

Me. 

 

The usual hot mess on my days off.

 

There's a knock at the door. 

 

My roman shade is only halfway up and all I can see are boots and long legs. 

 

Dang.

 

Peeking out from under the half raised roman shade I see a familiar smiling face. 

 

And he's bearing gifts.

 

Restraining attack dog Maggie Rose the Schnauzer, because she isn't crazy about men, I sheepishly open the door, apologizing for my disgusting appearance. 

 

He hands me the gifts. 

 

Whiskey, chocolate, and a book of poetry. 

 

Someone knows me well, the book of poetry. 

 

This will get me through the remaining holidays. 

 

And if needed, whiskey and chocolate is handy dandy. 

 

My teacup awaits. 

 

Quality connections.