Prelude to Bloomsbury Memories Post

I crawled into my bed a little early last night – not to sleep, but to read under the covers with Chrissy at the foot of the bed, and all right with the world. As I lay there, I kept letting the thought flit through my mind that I needed to get up and write a blog post. I knew what I was going to write and everything, and I kept thinking about it.

Somewhere along the way, that thought stopped flitting, circling a few times and settling down with its tail wrapped around its body just like Chrissy. It felt asleep. I fell asleep.

No blog post got written.

I’m going to post this and write the one I was supposed to write last night.

Chrissy in 2013
Chrissy in 2018