Sunday, January 04, 2004I should have said that there were three of us...my parents and I, taking care of things. I guess greif makes us self centered as well as melodramatic.
I've showered, and all my clothes, my boots, my winter coat are laying in a soggy, half heartedly hung up mess to be washed tomorrow. I feel good. harlan Ellison said that more than fifteen minutes of real grief was self indulgance, and I prefer my self indulgance to be of the Cola and chocholate kind. I;'m not saying I'm all better, but I am saying that this is my last word, I think, on the subject.
My only fear is that some well meaning person will try and give me a dog. I'm praying very hard that no one will try and give me one. I've never not had a dog...and I've never choosen my own dog, and I want some time off.
OK. Sean Bean movies to watch. Chocholate to be eaten. Weight to be regained. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 12:09 PM
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