This morning headbump asked me what I'm doing for Easter. It hadn't occurred to me in the least that I might do something for Easter. Now she's got me thinking I might make a pot roast, just so's I can have Sunday potatoes. I think Sunday potatoes are maybe my favorite of all the foods my mother made.
I have been awash lately in ambivalent feelings about my family of origin.
Off work early today to take the cat to someplace called Novi for a kitty cardiogram.