Only a day after a couple hundred words dedicated to my over-analysis and fidgeting about Pete, he called. We spoke for an hour (cut it short because I was going to a wake - usually I wear out my cell battery), and made plans for Monday. Would have loved to make plans for tomorrow, but he's going back to his hometown for Easter weekend and I'm going to be in Conn. Sigh... the resurrection of Christ just has to get in the way, doesn't it???
Cheers to butterflies,
PS: Thanks for reading!