Some things I just seem to know. I know when it's time to leave the party, I know when I'm making hasty decisions, I know when I'm saying too much. Right now I know that something bad is about to happen.
You're back from vacation with "great news". I know that "great news" for you means "bad news" for me. There have been times in the past when I've feared that or dreaded that... but this time I know it.
I'm pretty sure I know what your news is... and if I'm right then you'll probably never read these words. I'll keep them here to remind myself of where I was for a little while, the little blip on the radar that this summer represented, but ultimately they will find their place amongst all the others of their ilk.
Within the next couple of days I'll know for sure, but I believe that will only serve to verify what I already know.
Au revoir, Little Latte.
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