I miss him.
I need to kick out of this.
It's something that may or may not happen again.
It's something that I suspect will happen again...

But I am never good at patience...

I can't change that.
I can't change anything...

But the coffee is waiting still, steaming away still, giggles are bubbling still...waiting; anticipating...still.

I miss him.

Saying that, work is all consuming...on and on, driven and driving.

I've roundabouts in my head.