Wishes
D is in Jordan for a week. I wish there had been a little more time between the last trip and this one. I also wish he was a little better at remembering to tell me he was there and safe. I don’t care if a stupid text costs 20 dollars because it’s necessary so I don’t freak out. I wish I wasn’t so prone to freaking out.
I wish that they hadn’t thrown my leftovers away at work. It was super yummy Mediterranean pizza. Instead, I am having a random assortment of snacks that are often stocked in the kitchen.
I wish that I didn’t have to witness so much awkward inter-office flirting.
Despite all of my wishes, I am having a productive day. That’s a definite good thing for a Monday.
