A Million Dollars, Or . . . .

Playing an old game tonight. Would I rather have a million dollars or true love?

Love wins. Some of the time, anyway.

Tonight a friend asked if I'd rather have a twenty-minute shopping spree in Target, or twenty minutes in the arms of a perfect lover.

Target won.

I'd rather have a nice quilt for several years than a man for just twenty brief minutes that would haunt me for a lifetime.

(sigh) Must continue cleaning. My adjunct dinner is in ten days. So far exactly two of my adjuncts have accepted. Another will be out of town, and I haven't heard a thing from the last one.

At least my home will look good after this. Providing I get off my tail end and finish sweeping.