Passion Killer, You’re Too Much

Zeke doesn’t read this blog. It is a hurt I will carry with me FOREVER. He’s a busy man, I know, what with banking and parenting and Spinning. (Did he manage to tell you, too, that he’s a certified instructor?) But I cannot understand the people who did not make this blog a daily visit in their morning web perusal. You cannot tell me that Zeke and others immediately begin work tasks when they arrive at their offices, composing memos or adding up mortgage figures or whatnot. You cannot tell me that they don’t even stop to check the weather forecast, a moment that would easily transition into reading the magical prose written by a former lab partner for two solid years of science instruction. You cannot tell me any of that.

And yet, through the pain, I post the pictures of his precious face as my blogging career approaches retirement. Valerie, Lori, Doug, and Regina might be laughing, but I only grimace and turn my head to hide my tears.