The Process

I have the bestest bf EVAR.

No, *I* do.

We (J and I) got home from work last night to find a note upon the door. Usually these little missives are from the apartment; usually to let us know that they are gonna come in and do something to scare our cats.
But instead it was from C to tell us he had made us dinner — lemon chicken and rice for me, orange roughie for J, with garlic steamed green beans on the side. Then he had headed off to work.

I don’t deserve them, I really don’t. I’m keeping them all the same, you understand. But still…Karma being what it is I wonder what sorts of saintly acts I performed in the past lives or so.