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wasting my time The last thing that I did before I left work was give a Nicole a kiss on the cheek. She was on the telephone with her mom when I kissed her, so it was my quiet way of saying goodbye without having her speak. She smiled and for me that was an ideal way to end the night. When I walked out of the building I could see the approaching storm in the west. Online the radar screen showed yellows and reds making their way east in a line across the state. From what I read and could see in the sky, I'd be racing the rain as I drove home and that was fine with me. Rain makes it easy to sleep and I didn't have anything planned for the day. Standing in the checkout line, I could see that I had run out of time. It had started raining, There was no way that I could make it back to my car without getting wet so I ran in an effort to make it go by as quickly as possible. No traction on my deck shoes almost sent me to the ground, but I didn't fall. Sitting in the car with rain coating my car. Soon I'd be home asleep in bed. It was all that I wanted. Simple. ... More than once I've said that I have a habit of wasting Saturdays. Well, that didn't happen today, but lately it has felt as though I've been wasting my life or at least forty hours of it a week. For a time it looked as though I'd be done with school in June and for me that was something that I truly needed to know. It gave me hope. Now, however, it looks as though I won't be done until the end of next fall. Yes, I have to endure another year at my current job. Why couldn't I just be able to spend the day kissing Nicole? It would make my life that much better.
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