Because eventually, everything's in the past. You breathe, accept the gifts and move on.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Memories, Interrupted

I've got a TBC post on meeting Cowboy halfway written, but I've just gotten word from the one source I need to talk to before filing my story that the only time he's availalbe between now and Thanksgiving is tomorrow morning.

Before 8:30 AM.

At least he is available, right? Sigh.

So instead of going through old emails to remind myself of what I thought of the stranger from Kansas seven years ago, I've got to high-tail it to bed.

With my folder of notes.