City:
Yes, Susan, I just managed to shed a bunch without drowning the computer!

The trip to Montreal was also down memory lane. Realizing that Roger was important to the 70s folk scene in a back stage sort of way, I was moved to write a brief piece about that involvement, the Yellow Door Coffee House, hereon. Tears flowed profusely. This afternoon, I visit his daughter and widow. Perhaps we can shed tears together. Hannah has been too involved in the "getting things done" aspect.

While driving and thinking, each of my moments of sorrow was accompanied by thoughts of M's friend - how much bigger the hole in her life is. My grief is mini compared to hers - or Linn's.

I stopped near the city and bought lots of on sale groceries and got here to find a full fridge. R had not eaten the food I left him. So he had some last night and we had bread pudding for bf. I ate so much along the way, I realized I was eating and eating to fill the hole in my life. Or so it seems.

I have done laundry and am in middle of changing bed - letting it air! Lunch and go...