If you were having coffee and I was having tea…we would meet at the cafe(doesn’t matter the name, they’re all just ‘the cafe’ to us). In a corner off to the side with our chosen pastries.
It’s the kind of week where I don’t want to think of real life, so we stay in pretend.
How all the Indiana Jones movies have been shown in the past couple of days.
I tell you how I need to get back to doing the Reading Challenge and how my total writing time thus far as been negligible.
About watching Jeeves & Wooster and how I wonder if anyone has live-in help anymore and if I would if I was filthy rich.
How I’m still amazed the names we can manage to get for our local Comicon every year. And my fingers crossed I can go this year. And how it chapes my hide that I will most likely miss going to the Supernatural con coming here of all places.
I wonder if I will start that fake journal I mean to do. Where I am someone else, yet still me. Where I spin out my dreams and fantasies, the closest thing to magic I can do.
A phone call cuts our visit short, but the plan is made to meet again next week.
Started over at Part Time Monster. Find out who else is having coffee.