The Clock is Ticking

This week the prompt is "Chronicles." I finally took five minutes to stop and see what the prompt was this week (I've been preoccupied as of late.). Definition #2 from Answers.com says a chronicle is a detailed narrative record or report.

Actually, it's the subject of my recent preoccupation that I've been thinking about in terms of chroncling lately. I started a list of the things that are making me smile, making me tingle, my heart swell, and my disrupting my sleep (in a good way).

I may have mentioned The Man has returned. We've been back together nearing 2 months. It was instantly more serious than we were in the fall. I'm 10 kinds of happy, and in such love. I keep wanting to write about it, but don't feel like I can do it justice. Some days, what I feel for him just overwhelms me.

So, anyway, in a rush of love one night, when I couldn't do anything else, I started listing the things about him, about our time together that make me sing. In a sense, it's a chronicle of things, a 'detailed record' of the things that define my love for him, our love for each other.

Maybe, one day I'll share it with him.

Okay, okay, so I haven't posted anything in weeks. I know this. I've been preoccupied. Blame The Man. I don't mean "The Man" that keeps you down. I mean "My Man."

So, since I know I should post, and I'm churning some ideas I'm not ready to share, I'll do a news review. Here's what's caught my eye this evening.

Toddler's temper ousts family from plane
I really don't see the problem here. Thank you, flight crew, for deciding to remove a child whose parents wouldn't enforce the rules. I may be misreading this, but it sounds like the flight was already running late. I don't know if this was because of the child, but I wouldn't be surprised.

Oh...more later.

Yep, it's official. Someone's lost her mind.

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