Need a Wishing Star

I talked to my friend Cindy, the one who comes now and then for jammie parties. We had much to catch up on, since I went to Montreal and she went to Florida. I told her I am planning a trip to Toronto late next week.

She was all excited. She lives in the country, between me and the bridge. She offered for me to spend the night there, although I could not get it through her head that I won't be sleeping that night. She tried to encourage me to stay there by telling me I would not have to get up so early. I said I don't have to worry about getting up early, since I won't be going to bed. She sleeps 9 hours a night, so she can't comprehend the concept.

If she goes another step and offers to drive me over the bridge, I am so staying at her house. She has the most adorable puppy that she and her husband got for their son. This dog and I bonded, and I miss her.

I just don't know if the child will stay here an extra night to watch the beagles. The girls just don't sleep alone. Molly would prepare her own breakfast if I tried anything like that, and it might include something like stair railing followed by a chair leg, with some Tupperware as dessert.

Sadly, I don't see Cindy getting up at 3 or 4 am to drive me any place. She really does need her sleep. I honestly don't see anyone getting up that early to drive me over a bridge. Besides, having my cold, stiff fingers pried off of the armrest of a car could be embarrassing, you know?