lately...

...the best part of my day is first thing, when I'm still rooting around in what's left of the night's rest and M. comes back into our bedroom, washed, dressed, ready to go, and kisses my forehead and my cheek.

For some people, it's check the stove to make sure the elements are off, check the door to make sure you've locked it behind you, but for M. its the one-two smooch.

(In a way, it makes me glad that the poem that I submitted to Leaf Press's anthology of love poems [about, what else? his snoring] was accepted for...something.)

The rest of the day, these past few weeks, has been almost exclusively about filling and emptying boxes, sealing jars, and electrolux vacuum bags.

(Did I mention how crabby full-tilt makes me? Did I?)