Slowdance

... of coffee, last nights beer and the bagel in my stomach were spinning in heavy rotation. 7 am and out on the open road, 120 miles to go. I was doing it, I was making the long haul up to Warren to meet up with my secret telephone lover. Over the past week and communicationless weekend we came to terms with our situation: we needed to see eachother again. Monday at 12 on the dot, my phone rang.