It's a lovely spring afternoon. Sunny, still a bit brisk, crocuses out in force, the cherries about to burst into bloom. An antidote to the ever-worsening downtown traffic/transit "challenge" (thanks to the pre-2010-Olympic construction insanity - rickin'-frackin' grrrr!).
It was kind of a long day at work, too, and I was pretty tired when I finally got on a frackin' bus. Not even my usual one, so Mr.Q was on stand-by to pick me up when I got sort of close to home. But with the sun warming me through the windows, I thought:
"Maybe I'll walk home from the bus instead. It'll be a bit of a hike, but it's so nice out! I'd hate to waste the sunshine. Maybe I'll call home and see if he wants to walk up and meet me part way. Won't that be nice? A bit of a walk together in the spring sunshine? Mushy mushy sigh...!"
So I called him when I got off the bus. Which is when I realized just how tired I was from work: "Hey you! Are you busy? I have a preposition for you."
(He did come meet me, and it was a lovely walk home.)