It is the end of the day.

Beer o'clock time as some would say. No just us. I have this one hole in my stockings. One where my toe is peeking out. Especially bothersome when I walk to the kitchen or away from my desk. I can feel it. I have been thinking about it all day. Wiggling to make it bigger, completely freeing this one hot pink painted toe from the rest, but then regretting it. It is an awkward friend. It is separate from me. I hate it, but I love it. I can not wait to go home and sew it up. I think I will have popcorn with my movie tonight.

Miss you.