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Saturday, March 15, 2008

Her Lover* was Coming Home

She arose that morning at the usual time with an unusual smile upon her face and her lover's voice in her ear - he was coming home at last and she'd miss him no more. She walked to work that day at the usual time with an unusual step and her lover's face in her thoughts - she'd be in his arms by 8 the next morning. She came home at the usual time with an unusual lift to her chin and her lover's embrace on her mind - a few more hours, a good night's rest and he'd be there. She cleaned at the usual time with an unusual glow in her eyes and her lover's voice once more in her ear - he was going to bed to rise fresh and early to see her the sooner.

Then she realized she should have washed the sheets at 6 and not at 10:30 so she could go to sleep and be awake enough to go to the airport at 7.

*Hey! Let's keep it Catholic here!

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