Starting from snatch - - - We're about to begin the next phase and rep'ly so far, so good. Glue the door, emitter morning to prevent regrets and here we are. Spiffy and zipped tight, earth tones for our viewing pleasure. It was a time to embrace the embrace, nighttime serenades and endorphin melanges to set-up the gastronomic creations appearing daily. It was the best of time because it was now. It's like describing a situation as "all gravy" - where's the beef? No, it's meant as all good, I thought

Creepy is the word for the time in life when the deliverables take so much planning and careful execution that you appear to your throng as either damaged or selfish because stayin' alive uses up all your thinking capacity that it whispers that you no longer care. Sorry about that. It's just that the good was S O good that getting back on track could appear as it's all about ME-E!. It's the opposite. She gets my best and we're on a path where mawnback is the same as perfection.

It may just have been the way the shadows blended with tile. Or maybe even the surge within that comes often when I look at her but it happened again and I'm still looking for words to describe the feeling. If it were the chain jamming the derailleur, I'd say the feeling was Arrr-rr. If it were like the feeling when the blue gradient circle in Vista stalls, I'd say the feeling was FFFFUUUUUUUUUUU. If it were like the feeling when you feel trapped in your existence so you leave everything and everyone and go west, young man, and on your last night with your collegiate bambino you get caught on the phone with her I'd say the feeling was Mmmmm-m-m-m-m. But describing how I feel at those moments when I look her way and the aura surrounding me feels like Tinkerbell just touched you with her wand and those glitter colors spray down your body.
Love is all that counts. today I'll fly (rep'ly is repetitiously)