James Mc Murtry wrote a song about it:
"Post it notes and opposite shifts.
Once in blue moon
We wake up in the same room,
Thankful for these,
Thy many gifts."
I didn't get out of the last meeting till 6:30 this evening, and still
had to do some things before heading home. When I got here, D was
gone. There was a post it on the counter about being home after 10.
also on the counter were bowls with sliced leftover steak, cole slaw,
and bean salad. My plate looked like this:
http://i1.tinypic.com/nf0878.jpg
Nice leftovers. Well, they tasted good, anyway.
modom