I wrote Michael a poem:
Remember how my calves ached?
I stood on tiptoe while we kissed and kissed,
and missed anthro, dinner, nightfall, nothing.
We had the skin of peaches then:
smooth and taut, soft in all the right ways.
And I am only thinking of it now
because my calves ache again.
I stood on tiptoe while we smiled and smiled
at our smiling faces in the mirror
where I was leaning up and in
to pluck my chin hairs.
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We are off to Ottawa to skate the famous Rideau Canal. If you can't (afford to) beat the winter--join it! Head north! That's my special secret February vacation tip.
Have a great weekend!