"I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy." Camus wrote that before Frontier Airlines was on the scene. Here are all the graphic details, abridged addition:
Gene is madly, truly, deeply in love.
He spends his days at home in the Pacific Northwest kissing and hugging and blogging.
Not so bad for an escapee from the Home for the Cranky and Forgetful (of which he is neither).
He came yesterday, we laughed, we ate spare ribs, pet the cats, enjoyed our friendship.
Gene went to bed and got very lonely.
I understand so completely, he’ll never know. Or maybe he does.
We leave for Midway in an hour to return him to his sweet Jonquil, his Scamp in the Northwest.
Bud and Lois Lane miss out. They both understand. The heart needs what the heart needs.
Life is short.
Boats are cool. (I’ll come see you next week, Bud)