Sunday morning breakfast.
Ach. And I had already hoped for Spring…
Coversation on the Couch
Me: Do you want anything to drink?
Him: Nah, I’m good.
Me: I think, I’ll have a Gin Tonic.
Him: Hmmmmmmmm…
Me: I even have lime…
Him: Actually, that sounds like a great idea.
And then he looks at me, with expecting eyes, until I get up and make the drinks. Time to stop the spoiling.
Welcome Spring! It’s good to have you back.
A sunny morning in February.
What’s done is done.
Today, I handed over the keys to my first own apartment to the new owner. There went my last bit of subjective independence…
