“Now the parking lot is empty
Everyone’s gone someplace
I pick you up and in the trunk I’ve packed
A cooler and a 2-day suitcase
Cause there’s a place we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we’re singing
And your hand’s upon my knee.”

— Indigo Girls, “Power of Two”

So I had moment in the car last night, between stops to get a cheeseburger for the cat at one place, and chicken for the hoomins at another.

NPR was on the radio, and my hand fell from the gearshift to the passenger side.

I had a strong memory of someone I knew a long time ago. Almost felt like he was there at that moment.

It passed quickly. As feeling calm often does.

Made me think about how I say my lucky number is three. But maybe it’s two.

After all, I’ve had two jobs I’ve loved … two apartments I’ve loved … and two men I’ve, well, gotten all warm and fuzzy about.

Wonder if the third would be the charm or if I should just quit while I’m ahead.

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