Time in a Bottle

Last night was extremely romantic, and I hate to gush, but I just *have* to. I won't get into gory details, but suffice it to say that I'm being swept off my feet and loving it. I'm in daydream mode today. Work is insane, and I have a thousand things I should be doing, and I'm just sitting here, gazing out the window in a bizarre sort of reverie, passing the time until I can go home and see him again.

I'm tired of resisting it. I'm falling in love, and I LOVE falling in love! It's the first part that's the sweetest, and I just can't bring myself to spoil it with hesitation and overthinking. There comes a time when other people's opinions just don't matter anymore. Or maybe it's that I feel so distant from those people that their influences on my life are fading a bit.

This weekend I'm going to be busy with pre-Halloween activities. Forest is having some friends out for a bonfire, so we're going to dig a fire pit in the backyard. I'm making myself a costume, which will be fun, but I haven't started it yet, so that means a bit of work, since I don't have a sewing machine. I'm going as Princess Buttercup from The Princess Bride, and Forest is going to be the Dread Pirate Roberts.

I will likely take time out on Sunday to go see Jeff's play at Lansing Civic Players. I'm going alone, because I don't want to offend anyone. It's ridiculous, but true.

I suppose I ought to stop lollygagging around and get to work. Aaahh, screw that. I'm going to keep gazing out my window in voiceless happiness.

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you...
Jim Croce, Time in a Bottle