"My Jogger's New Steed."

Outlaw Peasant Girl sits waiting..... waiting for her Rugged, no longer Jogging, Love of her Life to beckon her from afar. The communications viewer poised to receive, but the, "aa-oh," eludes her occipital canal. She remembers the events of the morning. The quiet gentle mist that filled the air, then gave way to a larger beauty of white floating down..... down. Covering the mucky ground outside her window like a brides new white bedspread. Outlaw Peasant Girl savors the moment as she sips of the nectar of legume. She knows all to well that tomorrow will bring an empty bed, no arms to hold her, no lips to kiss her. For her Rugged, no longer Jogging, Love of her Life, will not be there. The stillness is broken as the Rugged, no longer Jogging, Love of her life, bursts in. " Arise love and bring forth the gold from the treasury. I have found a mighty steed ! I think I can tame him. He is worthy of adding to the herd." Outlaw Peasant Girl and her Rugged, no longer Jogging, Love of her Life, ride off into the morning's predawn darkness. Wild wind rips into the gentleness. Splash ! Whoosh ! Blinding the ophthalmologic viewer space, squeeksquawk....squeeksquawk. Whoosh! Splash! Steeds of every color, size, and shape rear up to battle for territory, push forward and then come to a stop. Together they press on and there before them, is the mighty steed. A gray gelding, full of spirit despite his age, with his head held high. This is the animal for the Rugged, no longer Jogging, Love of her Life! They will do much battle in the future but for now the load has been lightened. They ride off together, first one, then the other, side by side they ride. The trail grows wet and the sunrise brings warmth. The time grows late and they must part company. Outlaw Peasant Girl must say goodbye to her Rugged, no longer Jogging, Love of her Life! The week grows longer, but, "The weekend will make us stronger!", she cries.

Love You Hon, see you this weekend.

Goodnight to all,

Donna