I am warm. Emotionally warm. I haven't been communicating on any fronts that have been rewarding in a long time. And now there are people in my life, albeit on the periphery, that make me glad to get up and go about my daily business.
They urge me to write. They help me to think. Or, more precisely, they give me something for my brain to chew.
And I'm reading. I haven't been reading as much as I'd like to in a long time. But right now, I'm flying through books. And talking about books. And realizing that people I care about hate the same books as I do for the same reasons. There's something nice about that, especially when everyone else thinks said book is amazing. And no, I'm not referring to Twilight. Anyone with an eye for good writing thinks that's garbage.
And despite an awkward, messy moment in the middle, I had a good fifteen minutes with the boy this morning.
All this leaves me sort of glowing right now. Glowing and wishing I wasn't sitting at home alone on a Saturday night.
Leave them nouns alone.
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