My man’s gone now
Ain’t no use a listenin’
For his tired footsteps
Climbin’ up the stairs
Dropped Sailor off at the airport Saturday. Again. Sigh…long year, this year. A lot of time apart. Maybe next year will better.

In the meantime, I perform the usual rituals: clean house thoroughly, battle the dog into the bathtub, and allow for a one day indulgence of Nina Simone’s “Best of the Blues”.

Now that was a woman who knew the human heart.