Cavorting.

I’m spread delightfully thin. Because my Italian true love. Is here. In Minnesota. With me. In the flesh. Means I haven’t walked my usual 10 miles. Only five today. And I’m writing less. Yes, I have better things to do. Such as focusing on my vivacious and intelligent true love. One sets priorities. And lets lesser pursuits slide.  But still. I make time for exercise. Writing, too. But mostly cavorting with my true love. –Jim Broede