Behind Infinity

Somebody, anybody would just decide, “Hm, it’s a gorgeous saturday. What better way to spend it then out in the country at the Hunters’ house? I’m going to sneak-attack visit them this afternoon.” And then just show up on my doorstep. Even if they have to call first for directions, which would kind of defeat the sneak-attack aspect of it, but still make me pretty happy. I’d show them the house and then we could walk through the pine forest, get our boots stuck in the mud, say hi to the horses, have a look-see at the pond, and then pretend like we’re flying as we run down the hill in the hay-field. Seriously, it’s a beautiful springy world out here in farmland, all green and wet and sunshine and cow manure, and I’ve got nobody to share it with and it’s killing me.

We’re having pizza for dinner tonight. Mmmm, pizza. Come on, you know you want to. I’ll be waiting.

PS Tomorrow we’re having roast beef for dinner, if you’d rather come then.