I love driving around town in the morning when I don't have to be anywhere and I'm wearing my starry pj's. Little pleasures.
I love my parents, particularly my mother. We share the same soul. I'm her, she's me. Us is us and we is we. And we are all together...or something.
She's pulling for me. I feel like I'm going through a slow, crawling divorce. But I've got my Mel and he's my best friend and ally over here.
This morning Brad put some trash in the carport from his car and said "Do something with that" to me as I was telling him goodbye. Sigh.
Abigail said "It's like you're his maid." She would get it if I left.
I spent most of yesterday cleaning out my old rooms at my parents. None of that stuff makes any sense to own now. Maybe I'll paint today. Well, at least pick out some paint.
Dentist appointment later....cleaning. Yay.
Mel is fed and sleeping.