I spent a good two hours on the phone with my mom in Monterey, CA last night. Had a good cry, talked about Mimi and then talked about other stuff. My body feels like a train wreck today (one reason I hate crying is it does affect me physically). I woke up with Claudius curled up beside me, as usual, but no Mimi. It hurts, but the need to cry at every turn is passing. I still have issues with god (yes, lowercase “g” on purpose), but I think I’m entitled. I may go into this later when I know I won’t be weeping while writing. Makes it hard to see the keyboard.
I appreciate the acknowledgement of sympathy from everyone after yesterday’s short post. Thank you all. I didn’t want to open comments just on the off-chance some idiot may post something stupid.
The husband and I need to get out today, so we’re going to go see the new Mr. Bean movie. Rowan Atkinson is always good for a laugh and laughter is definitely healing. It’s also a really gorgeous day, somewhat cool with a breeze, so it’s going to be a perfect day out.
One thing, with all this emotional stuff going on, my youngest brother’s birthday almost went by without a nod. On Aug. 25, my brother Jim turned 40. So now we’re all in our 40s and it’s still not something we’ve wrapped our brains around. So it goes. Anyway, I did manage to send Jim the latest KISSology volume and a Tortuga Caribbean Rum Cake. You can’t go wrong with rum cake and KISS.
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