18:04.

I'm just sitting here, waiting.

Waiting for 1810 or thereabouts before I leave to meet a friend in town. She wants to shop, then we will do dinner.

I miss you.

The weekend always brings a new dimension to the yearning to be with you.

So even as I know and increasingly feel a clearer purpose for the distance, knowing we are being moulded and shaped and God has a big plan and reasons, heck, I miss you.

I miss you.