My theory while Dar is gone is to cook big meals on the weekends and spend as much of the week as possible eating leftovers. Good plan, yes? Last night I made berry barbecued pork
After dinner and well into my second glass of wine, I reread a bunch of the emails from my family about Kink's last week. That was when I started breaking down. I ended up sobbing into my wine. I tried to call my mother, but she was out. I lit a candle, turned off all the lights, put on sad music, had more wine, and just cried for a while. I went to bed drunk and soggy, but not before making my bed with clean sheets. This seemed terribly important at the time.
It's a beautiful sunny day today. I'm playing phone tag with my mother... expecting a call from her in a few minutes, once she gets off the highway.