Mixed Messages

When I arrived home from work yesterday morning, Lynda was just about ready to leave for her work. We talked a bit about how the night had been and did a little check-in about how we were feeling regarding our conversation Sunday afternoon. Before she headed for the door Lynda walked over and gave me a long, hard hug, a kiss on the neck and wished me a restful sleep. As she was stepping out the door I told her that nothing was written in stone as yet; that we could still change our minds. 'Yes, I've been thinking.', she said.

Me - Confused? Yup. Hopeful? Guardedly. Exhausted? Oh, yeah. Sleep much? Nah, who needs sleep?