The Saturday Evening Post

So, that was a surprising text to wake up to Sunday morning.

"...I'm ready to come back to..."

I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Are you really thinking about coming home? Or is this just me taking something out of context? Not following the joke?

Spring here is depressing. Besides all the coronavirus crap – which has a significant impact – the rest of spring is pretty drab as well.

All of my relatives are isolating, and a few are sick but not likely COVID-19. More apt to be a cold or flu. But no family gatherings. I’m missing my Wednesday beers as well.  But, life goes on.

We’ve not had nice weather yet. I haven’t had the dog in a month. And working at home is just as bad as going to work. However, I think my co-workers are only putting in a few hours a day at best.

I hope things are looking up down your way. Have people taken the message to heart and staying home?

Be well. I think about you often.

 

Author: Him

A story of love lost. Just a guy in love with a woman that doesn't want a relationship with him. She moved away and married someone else. I have shared this blog with her, and she knows the truth. I tried. I waited for a while. But, none of it worked. She is married to someone else now, but still drops into my life now and again. I am trying to move on. But, she was my one true love that inspired me to be a better person. If any of this story has meaning to you, please let me know. Thank you.

3 thoughts on “The Saturday Evening Post”

  1. Yes, I said that, but there is no way I could. I cannot come back there as a failure. I cannot afford it there. I am off work for 2 weeks, no pay, but I cannot go anywhere. He has quit his job, I may not survive this…..

    1. I don’t understand how coming back would be a failure, but I do understand this place is not affordable.

    2. Your two weeks must be up. I keep checking your blog for updates, but no avail. I hope you are well

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