Author Archives: Angie

Food bowl is untouched
As he hides behind the couch
Like when we met him

Our sick cat joins us
With reading and TV time
We all feel better

One text spigot broke
Work chatter sploshed through the night
Morphed to frothiness

A simple couch night
Where the lounging cat pins me
I left, lost my spot

Our texts tripped and slid
Switched to voice, hopping topics
Work balance resumes

The Saturday switch
Airport for some, others home
Position for next

A rare double date
With parents from daycare years
Kids now close to launched

The week dissipates
As the open loops entwine
Weekend needs that space

It’s a people night
They converge and then diverge
Closed with remote drinks