If you’re one of the millions of people who have been following me for awhile, you understand my dilemma of what to call my boyfriend. I mean, not my boyfriend. I mean the grown-up person who I merrily spend a lot of time with. So merrily. I called him my Manfriend for a long time, and he finally admitted that he doesn’t like that term. I can be quite frightening after all. I played with other terms of endearment, but they were mostly just weird, and never quite caught on. To me. In real life, the dude does have a name that works quite well, actually. But this little space is where I play, and think too much about nothing. And manage to take up time while waiting for my book to be published. I girl can dream, sigh. Or a woman. Or a Ladyfriend. Very complicated stuff. So Man Companion it is. And since he probably gave up reading this blogue a long time ago, who cares? I actually have a new love interest. Somehow, Willie Nelson has arrived on my ‘to do’ list. I saw him in an interview, and George Clooney got bumped. Think it’s because of my new headspace. I’m into pottering. A legit British term which means “to occupy oneself in a pleasant way but without a definite plan or purpose.” It is not intended to make you feel productive. I like to think of it as the opposite of multitasking. And if you do actually accomplish something, that’s okay. Just don’t let that be the why. Hence, my Willie ‘On the Road Again’, calls me. Can’t have my ‘Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain’. Just going to potter a bit and think of a Man Companion with long braids. #youwerealwaysonmymind