Early this morning, Karl stole away from the house under cover of fog. He stole away silently--barely disturbing the dogs--and left me to sleep. Perhaps he waved goodbye from the bedroom door as I lay in bed sleeping and dreaming. Perhaps I wax too pedantically poetic.
He had an appointment in Fresno. A vital appointment. An appointment so vital that, without having made it to the appointment, the doors of the bar would never be opened. An appointment made with the promise of forever changing the face of Fresno's gay night life. An appointment that ... Oh, hell....
As I type, Karl and David are at the bar installing our new doors. That is all.
Let's hear it for progress!