Thursday, July 10, 2014

Drained is the word

When I wrote last night that I was hoping I might cook tonight, I had forgotten that tonight was calling hours for the father of a friend, who died earlier this week. We're not really close friends, but I've known him a long time, he's a really nice guy, and it's what you do, you go and say how sorry you are.

It took almost an hour to get through the line, and with the hot weather and the emotions, I'm pretty much limp with tired. The cats are meowing and I just want to go to bed. Eat something first. TGIF, though, seriously.


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