Last night I dreamed I was having an affair with Mitt Romney. Very odd, since I would not have an affair with a married man, and I am quite certain he would not have an affair at all. But it was a lovely, lovely dream. When I awoke, I wanted to go back to sleep again so that I could dream some more.
Yesterday when I left work, walking in the dusk, with the downtown Christmas lights twinkling, I heard a voice coming from behind me…
I’ve been really tryin’ baby
Trying to hold back this feelin’ for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then come on, oh come on…..
He had the most beautiful amazing voice, this beautiful tall man singing while walking down the street. Sounded almost like Marvin Gaye, who I loved. I was quietly singing along with him, and thought, for moments like this, I really love working downtown.
I think I had better say a Rosary while on the way to work today. Some hormones seem to have gotten stirred up.
I am not even going to put a Biblical verse on this post because it would just be wrong!