If we were having coffee, I would serve you a nice cup of French Roast and some flaky, buttery croissants with blackberry jam. We would sit outside on the front porch in the late afternoon sun and rock as we chatted, ate and drank our coffee. It’s a glorious day here in SW Virginia. Slightly cloudy with the sun peeking out now and again.
If we were having coffee, I would apologize for not inviting you over last Saturday.
“I was a miserable mess,” I would explain. “Still am, truthfully.”
I would explain how I have either a cold or an allergy flare-up. I can never be sure this time of year. I end up taking both allergy pills and cold medicine and they leave me a groggy mess. Add bouts of insomnia to that and I walk around like a zombie.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you how excited I am for April to get here, and how I have over-committed myself again, which is nothing unusual for me. I’ve signed up not only to do two A2Z blogs, but also two poetry challenges and a journal writing challenge.
“Yes, I really must be insane,” I would tell you with a slight laugh. But the joke really is on me. I will struggle all April with the worry of failure looming over my head.
And finally, I would let you go as it is getting late in the afternoon and I am sure you have other things to do. Thank you for having coffee and a chat. I will see you next week, I would assure you.
If we were having coffee, what would YOU tell me? Let me know in comments!