Pgh Lesbian Correspondents

I stayed up too late last night and woke up late, the sort of late start that makes your crotchety and out of sorts for hours until you shake yourself back. I was late enough to have to reschedule an appointment with a very understanding medical provider.

Coffee helped. It is the time of year when I indulge in pumpkin spice flavored creamer, a fusion of flavor passing over my lips like the promises of seasonal adventures to come. Then yogurt. Because …

I caught up on my soaps – Drew survived the shooting and Chelsea survived being kidnapped. Tune in tomorrow.

Then I tackled a task I’ve put off for many years. I had to clean up, the scent of vinegar water clinging to my skin after I scrubbed and dabbed and wipes. Then it was ready, freed from grime and dust.

I put this yoke into my friend’s car and off we drove, winding through the rush hour traffic, talking about all the sorts of things you do with someone you just saw two nights ago. We arrived and I dropped my bundles off, asked to call in a week for next steps. The space was crowded in the sort of chaos that only a small businessman can afford. He asked me a few questions I couldn’t answer and we shook on it.

When we returned to the car, we soon agreed a dinner of waffles seemed pretty good so off we roared to Eat n’ Park. A lovely young man of the name of Holden provided the perfect service, the warmth of the freshly griddled waffle replacing the wafting hints of vinegar.

Waffles for dinner seemed just right.

Then I took a walk to visit the cat colony feeding stations. My crew were plastered to the back door in a frenzy that only a delayed suppertime can create. They know they must wait for their treats until I visit Fort Faulsey. I bring up Amazon Music and put on a playlist, this time one of my favorites Orleans ‘Dance With Me.’ When Pretty Girl hears it, she starts heading my way.

I’m finally set right back in time with the day. Getting something done that’s been lingering for a long time is a true relief. Having the help of a friend makes it more so.

25 or 6 to 4 was released in June 1970. I was born in October 1970. I wonder if my mother heard it on the radio while she was pregnant?

And I am feeling like I need to sleep …