I seem to be surrounded by temptation at the moment, and it’s proving to be quite a test. Of mind and body, I might add. I wonder if resisting temptation is more important than living for the moment… or maybe there’s no hard and fast rule. Every case on its merits… do unto others… consenting adults… the list could go on and on, couldn’t it? Just don’t tell me to follow my heart – I’ve heard that one before and it didn’t do me any good then, either.
I have a friend from college coming for dinner and a sleepover today. That doesn’t mean she’s a very old friend, because I didn’t graduate until I was 40 (that’s a strange story too - I ended up going back as a tutor after surprising myself. And everyone else, for that matter). Anyway, we’ve kept in touch over the last few years, and the idea is that she sleeps in one of the children’s rooms. The problem is, of course, that there’s a bit of attraction there, and the wine will be flowing tonight.
Anyway, I had an email from the girl I went out with last Saturday, saying she was a little perplexed. And that she had detected a slight “disconnect” towards the end of the evening. I thought I’d sent a fairly unambiguous response, although Zooz, having cast her beady eye over the correspondence, said that she’ll now be more perplexed than ever. (Mind you, she’s a right one to talk!)
Right… I have some dinner to cook, so I won’t ramble on any further. I haven't had a lot of time to visit all my favourite blogs today, but cut me just a little slack. I'm not at my most organised this week, for some reason.