I had no idea how many red 1998 Ford Escorts were tooling around our country's roads. Everywhere I go I see John's car parked in a lot, stopped at a light, turning a corner. I know it's not him - how could it be? He's a couple thousand miles away, working hard and driving his red Escort up and down the 5. Yet it doesn't stop me from grabbing a gander of the bumper to look for the Ireland sticker on one side and the Tipperary sticker on the other. A ridiculous habit but one impossible to break, even in the face of the completely improbable.
It's what you do when you miss someone - you look for them in every nook and cranny, no matter how ridiculous. Like looking for your missing cat in the silverware drawer.
Despite, today is sunny and beautiful. I am in a relatively good mood as I sip my hazelnut latte and type away, send my emails, relax before our leisurely prep session at 1pm. It will not be like this for long. I've learned to enjoy (sometimes force myself to enjoy) the respite when it presents itself.
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