Day 37: Coco

The love of my life has returned home with my Coco Mademoiselle. He has not read the blog, but remembers me asking before he left. Expressing your desires always beats telepathy. All of a sudden, I feel myself tired inside out. Is it the relief of not having to carry all the load on my shoulders? By the time we return home from the airport, I feel like a sack of potatoes. I should make a T-shirt for such an occasion. It would read: "POTATO = A VEGETABLE THAT CAN'T MOVE, CAN'T THINK, BUT IF IT COULD TALK, WOULD SAY 'CALL ME TOMORROW'"