You Say You Want a Resolution

May 19 is kind of late to make New Year's resolutions. And like the promises we make to ourselves to start the year, I don't know how long this one is going to last.

I have resisted writing Sarah. We traded e-mails late last week. I avoided any mention of getting together. It's been hard to stay out of contact because a lot of things have happened that normally I would write to tell her about.

I landed a new freelance job. I also got some more work on a project to which I contribute. My townhome is almost finished and I could close on it by the end of the month. I ordered the granite countertops I'm going to have installed in the kitchen.

There was even something funny I spotted online about a woman saved from a gunshot wound, in part, by her bra strap! I kid you not! But it would have given me plenty of material to kid about to Sarah.

So far she knows none of it. She might soon. I'll probably hold out until next week but I won't press her to see me. We'll stay pen pals until she wants to correspond face-to-face.