It's interesting to go back on these posts from July, now only two months later. I was not myself, we had a loss. We were all recovering. Everything was so dreamlike but not in the good way. More like living in daydreams and coming to the surface of reality for short periods. Rules didn't apply suddenly. I needed to be creative without the festivities or time.
BLT's, with a smear of avocado on the toast. A hard-boiled egg side. An easy food item I hadn't thought to make in years, now perfect for the occasion.
A house I never noticed across the street from my doctor's office.
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