New Year’s Resolution: Captain’s Log, Day Two.
(This blog post comes from a writing prompt I answered at a Tuesday evening meeting. It is a work of fiction, just so you know.) I stumble from the bed and stub my toe on the corner of the bedpost. "Sorry," I say to the wooden frame, and then place my fingers to my lips. "Day two," I mumble. "Day two and you've already broken the promise you made." "What?" My husband rolls onto his back, and tries to open his eyelids. "Did you say something?" "Oh. Sorry. Did I wake you?" Shit. I'd done it again. "Nothing, honey. I just stubbed my toe and I was apologizing to the bed post. You know how it is." “Yeah, I do." He runs his fingers through his beard and wipes his nose on his sleeve. "I think you need to stop that." "I know, I know. I said I would. It's one of my resolutions..." "Then stop saying you’re sorry, okay?" He rolls back over onto his side and pulls the ...