The Skin of My Teeth- waiting for Donna

Again, its the weekend and I'm hurriedly writing in a coffee shop in downtown Boston. Sometimes a paragraph of fiction comes in a flash, conceivably in either first person or third. I just brought Donna a coffee and kissed her before her class and realized I don't have time to edit or revise fiction as well as blog. She has bought me many coffees, so I told her there was no time...