She Skipped Skipping
Up bright and early on a Thursday morning, I showered, messed about on the computer for a while, and was about to make breakfast when I got a call from Caitlyn.
“Hey! It’s a beautiful day out there, it would be a shame to waste it. You want to blow it off and go get some breakfast?”
I thought about it for a moment. We were supposed to be at work in half an hour, but the thought of spending the day wasting time with Caitlyn sounded great.
“Sure!” I said. “There’s a great little cafe just around the corner. Meet you there?”
“On my way!”
We arrived, and I called in “sick” to the lab. But before I could get off the phone …
… Caitlyn left. She just … left. No words, no “goodbye’, or “psych!” or maniacal laughter or nuthin’. Just … gone. Fine. I’m still having breakfast.
It’s a nice little cafe, in the forest on the island. They still do a brisk business out here.
A couple cups of coffee, a croissant, and some good conversation. That’s always a great morning.
Our barista Don, looked fabulous in his uniform. Nice shoes. You do you, Don. You do you.
To add some more buggering-about to the day, I returned to the scene of my first bed, the spa. This time, as a paying customer!
Ahhh… I relaxed. There was some exercising involved, as well as a lot of swimming around enjoying the afternoon.
I ended my time at the spa sitting on the roof, meditating. It was a marvelous, relaxing day.
As the afternoon drew to a close, I wandered over to the library to see who’s hanging around. The place was fairly empty, but it looks like all those rogue books have finally been cleaned up.
I returned home for some dinner, and some experimentation. I was feeling somewhat guilty about skipping work, but still cheesed at Caitlyn for asking me to skip work, and then abandoning me. If she’s at work tomorrow, I’ll have to ask her what the hell she was doing.
Just before going to bed, I took out This Thing. I found it while digging for minerals, and while I could just sell it off for a couple of bucks, I wondered what I could turn it into.
Woo! What do we…
Dammit. It turned into some sort of interdimensional scarf, which proceeded to fall *through* the counter, and then set fire to it. I’m just not having luck with this damn thing lately.
I’m going to bed.