IN WHICH OUR HEROINE PRETENDS TO BE JUNE CLEAVER...

My manfriend/new companion/Jersey Boy/heart throb is exploring the possibility of partnering with a guy here in town, so he left "for work" bright and early this morning.  He has a business in which he sells imprinted promotional products (pens, hats, mugs, t-shirts, etc) and his Atlantic City casino clients are becoming fewer and fewer.  This market, however, is ripe for the picking, so he and the other guy are going to see if there is something to be done here.

So after coffee and a quick peck goodbye, I had a simply delightful morning with the paper and a little stitching, then my dentist appointment, and now I am home contemplating a nap before dinner and guild.  Manfriend/companion/Jersey Boy/heart throb is expected back in time to have a bite to eat before sending me on my way to my stitchy sisters.

I have to tell ya...this whole surprise switcheroo in my routine is quite without angst.  I still get to have my hermit spinster/Happy Chair time, but now I have the added bonus of a real live breathing person to talk to in the evenings rather than the weepy ramblings to Stewey's little box that had become my norm.

Yesterday we even went to the Targets and the grocery store together!  Together!  And he drove and pushed the cart and carried the bags up the stairs and everything!!!

(OK, I'll be the one to say it...that last fact alone is worth having him here!)

You know me and routines, kids.  When I get out of them the world tilts crazily on its axis.  But this new routine has so far been a lovely one and I'm grateful to get to experience it.

Now where the heck did I put my pot roast, pumps, shirtwaist dress, and pearls?