Some days the last 2 minutes of the journey home seem like a month of Sundays.
But when a year passes and we haven’t spoken to you, we feel it was either yesterday or last century.
Dinner awaits. Food again. Seems ages since we last had shepherd’s pie.
And it may be ages more as tonight it’s sauteed carrot and garlic.
Will there be ice cream?!?
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