Well, today wasn't that fluid after all. I went out this morning to get take out at a local church's trucker-style breakfast. Lots of food, made by someone else.
We spent a bunch of the day watching the tube. I napped this afternoon. My sleep pattern is all a kilter because I napped Friday night and was therefore awake until like 3 this morning. I did manage to watch "A Street Cat Named Bob", though. Same guy directed "Turner and Hooch" many years ago.
I have a thing to do for Frank this weekend. But I needed a break from all that today. My mother died two years ago today, January 14, 2015. Her death was so sudden and unexpected that I had no time to prepare for it.
I think about her every day. I want to call her every day. And I think about the relatives who disrespected her even after her death, and I get angry all over again.
Sunday will be here in about 4 minutes. I will push through this. I will think about other things, like the Frank task I have to complete. I will cook haddock for dinner, because I make the best haddock dinners ever. And I will think about what I have, rather than what I don't, the things I had, rather than the things I didn't. Those thoughts will sustain me. They will keep me going.
Well, that, and my beautiful hair.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.