It’s Friday late afternoon and I am leaving work. I keep thinking how nice it would be to meet a friend and have a drink. I do not know anyone to call. Feeling a little sad I drive home thinking about when I get home I can exercise, what I will make for dinner and what I need to get done this weekend.
When I arrived home the neighbor’s cat was waiting for me. He is black and white, his name is Charlie. I smiled because he meowed and wanted me to pet him. I stood on my front porch to talk to Charlie and gave him several pats. Then my son came out to greet Charlie and me and that lifted my spirits a little more.