do over done over

if i had to write yesterday's post today, it might go something like this:

vin's home for 32 hours or so. it's hard, his leaving. every thursday night i feel the excitement rise. it's a quiet thing, only my blood pressure giving anything away. friday morning i rememember again on my way to work: vin's coming home. i check the clock a few times during the day, hurry hurry. driving home, what rush hour? finally finally, the door.

vin

vin

vin

vin

almost talking

laughing

vin

vin

wine

vin

food

mess

vin

vin

and then...