5月26日
Saturday Night Liver
Tonight I cancelled my plans. For some reason, what I had planned with
friends didn't sound nearly appealing as staying in. I've spent a good
part of the evening reading through old journals. I was a meticulous
journal-keeper in my early 20's. I suppose I was still in the habit
from my mission, where daily journaling gets ingrained as part of the
daily routine.
I have no idea who this is about or what inspired it. In fact, I have
no recollection of writing it. But scrawled on the back of a church
program from a ward I attended twice in early 2004 (I think, possibly
earlier) that was tucked into a spiral notebook is this little gem.
Apparently, I used to be a writer.
"It's the key to..." he paused, thinking, or maybe just deliberately
adding to the suspense, maybe hesitating.
"To my heart," I thought, waiting in suspense to hear his guess.
"...your heart." He smiled.
I smiled back, trying to think of a response that didn't say 'yes' but
didn't say 'no' either.
"Close," I said. His eyes were smiling.
We both felt it, but it was too much just then. Quickly, he said,
"your liver!" It made me laugh. Then he laughed, too.
Whew...safe.