So it goes.

So last night was interesting. As I mentioned, Kink's death didn't hit me right away. Apparently what I needed to do to process was cook a gourmet dinner first.

My theory while Dar is gone is to cook big meals on the weekends and spend as much of the week as possible eating leftovers. Good plan, yes? Last night I made berry barbecued pork sword loin roast with raspberry sauce (raspberries, sugar, orange juice, apple maple barbecue sauce) and roasted vegetables (beets, five colors of carrots, and Yukon Gold potatoes tossed with olive oil, sage, balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper). It was AMAZING. That's what you get for leaving me, Daria. XP I opened a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from Grayson Cellars (heh~!) and watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy (WITHOUT YOU, DARIA! XP).

After dinner and well into my second glass of wine, I reread a bunch of the emails from my family about Kink's last week. That was when I started breaking down. I ended up sobbing into my wine. I tried to call my mother, but she was out. I lit a candle, turned off all the lights, put on sad music, had more wine, and just cried for a while. I went to bed drunk and soggy, but not before making my bed with clean sheets. This seemed terribly important at the time.

It's a beautiful sunny day today. I'm playing phone tag with my mother... expecting a call from her in a few minutes, once she gets off the highway.