Michael sent me flowers yesterday just because he could.  I looked at them all day today and reread his little note.  Put me in such a good mood that I decided to walk the second leg of my commute home and forego the bus.

Since it was only 90 degrees out today, it felt positively comfortable.

Halfway home, I wandered into a thrift store because I love looking through old, vintage furniture pieces.  As soon as I walked in and my eyes adjusted to the dark, I nearly ran out.  Totally an episode of “Hoarders” waiting to happen in there.  There was no aisle.  Only a single narrow and short walkway occupied entirely by the owner with heaped boxes and towering piles to the left and right threatening to collapse on my head.

I threw out a breezy, “Ya’ll have a good one” in my best Texas drawl and out I went.

Walked the last 6 blocks home still thinking of what a sweet man Michael is.

xoxo,

Jenn