Thursday nights

[kitanzi]

Thursday nights are full of silence, full of indulgence, full of potential.

They are full of productivity - washing laundry, sweeping floors, loading the dishwasher, taking out trash, tidying the house.

They are full of creativity - polishing scansion on a song, catching up on email with a friend, cooking goodies to be savored before they are shared.

They are full of entertainment - good music, better books, odd things on television, chatting with friends.

They are full of noise - laughing at swarms of noisy kids outside the window, practicing a song I really want to learn, clicking keys while I chat on IRC.

They are full of time to be squandered - websurfing, playing computer games, feeding ducks by the pond, going to bed however early or late I feel sleepy.

They're full, but when my sweetie asks, as he walks out the door, "Whatcha think you'll do tonight?" - I just shrug and smile.

That's because the best part of Thursday nights is reminding myself that, howevermuch I love him, I love him even more when I wake up and see him home again Friday morning. :)

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[browngirl.livejournal.com]

That's because the best part of Thursday nights is reminding myself that, howevermuch I love him, I love him even more when I wake up and see him home again Friday morning. :)


*big grin*

A.

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[kitanzi.livejournal.com]

I know you know that. *G* That was actually one of the things I found I liked when F was sleeping over at a girlfriend's house, too - he was hard to get any time away from otherwise.