Seven days.

One hundred sixty-eight hours.

More cups of coffee than I should probably admit.

I DONT LIKE IT

I have been lucky enough to talk to you here and there the last couple of days and that has ment the world to me. But you arent HERE. I dont get that morning call, the walking the dogs call, the deliveries call, and the wee hours of the morning call. You spoiled me and now I pout on the sidelines looking at the date as if one of these times it will simply zooom forward and suddenly you will be here.

Well it hasnt yet. And I have issues with that.