You know how sometimes you have people in your life who share a first name, and you are endlessly having to explain which one you mean?
Right now, it is a trinity of Jeffs. One of them has been a friend forever, it seems. He makes me laugh. He sings magnificently, and he now lives too far away for me to hug everyday. One of them is my therapist. He makes me laugh sometimes, but we don’t hug at all. The third is my physical therapist. We don’t hug, either, but he just beats the crap out of me on a semi-regular basis.
I had a trinity of Garys for ages. One I was married to for waaaay too long. One was my hairdresser. And one was my boss.
This isn’t my best post, by a long shot.
But J was really hard, guys.