Four lines of prose about: one last time.
I was going to write something interesting here but then my brain fell asleep.
Five years ago today, Kat and I met face-to-face for the very first time. Since we're busy preparing for tomorrow morning's market, we don't really have time to mark the occasion today - so we went out to dinner last night at a restaurant that she's been wanting to try for a long time.
It was a nice little dinner on the patio (which we had to ourselves, since the tourists just love the air conditioning here) that marked the final time we'll be celebrating this particular date.
Because in 15 days we'll have a new anniversary to spoil each other on.