March 30. Thursday Night.

Hi Journey.

If life is a circle I sure can quickly get myself right back to its beginning.

This afternoon Joni and I trekked over to Brady's shop to meet with his web designer friend, the one that's going to help me out for free.

I walked up to the web designer who is going to redesign my site and punched him on the shoulder as hard as I could.

Twice.

Granted, that's not the way to win the hearts and minds of a professional, especially one offering their services sans paycheck.

I just can't believe Eddie. He deserved to be hit. All this time I've been stewing on the weekends, pondering if he's cheating on me--or so buried in his work that he has no time for me--when in reality he's been working his own screwy OT hours to get ahead of schedule so the investors who put up the money for the shopping cart software will stay off his back while he carves out a new site for Crystal Designs.

And I had no idea he and Brady knew each other. I found out they'd hooked up through a D&D club back when Brady was in Junior High and Eddie was still in Grade school. When Eddie moved back to town, he remembered my mentioning that the name of the company that worked on my computers was Clover Computer Quickfix. Eddie guessed it was Brady's company.

So, we ended up scrunched together on rickety folding chairs around a little six foot folding table in the back of Brady's shop, the type of table you might see in a church basement. I was tempted to stick my head underneath and see if somebody had lettered “First Church of Christ” underneath in black magic marker. I restrained myself, Journey.

Brady had pulled off the computer desktops and monitors and routers and about a hundred miles of blue Ethernet cable from their typical perch atop the table and stacked them against the wall in back of where Eddie and he sat. I parked next to Joni, directly across from Eddie.

“Creep. So, this is why you were working all those hours? This is why you've been blowing off our dates?”

Eddie just rubbed his arm and smiled.

Brady reached into his pocket, pulled out a single slice of Ham, wadded it up, and lobbed it toward Joni.

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