If wishes were horses....

Peeps,
There are moments that you absolutely dread. You wake up to the alarm blaring and you realize that reality has just jabbed through your sleep to grab you. Waking up this morning was absolutely the last thing I wanted to do. Waking up meant that my sweetie had to get on a greyhound back to my beloved city. Humboldt was almost enjoyable when he was here, a very rare thing indeed. The more selfish parts of my brain were telling me to set the alarm back a few hours, but I steeled myself to wake up. It was touch and go there for a few minutes though. It didn't help that my sweetie was warm and awfully cozy. Nothing has ever been more tempting. But he had responsibilities to get back to, also a couple of rabbits that were probably wondering what in the hell happened to dad, as did I. Also I have a roomie that probably wants to actually sleep in her own bed, she was trooper this weekend though. It was totally my sweetie's fault that he missed not one, but two, greyhounds. So, if you happen to hear different, totally his fault, remember that.
Oh if wishes were horses....I'd most certainly ride