Taking a breath, at last.

What a week. I can't comprehend it all, let alone blog about it. But I will after I gain some perspective.

This morning (as I glance outside to confirm that it is still morning), I have had the luxury of not requesting an Uber come to fetch me while the moon still hung in the sky. When I did finally wake up, all I wanted to do was to sit and read a newspaper. And probably have a bite to eat. Alas, I did not have the strength nor fortitude to stand in a long line at Whole Foods or Le District...

I resorted to the tactics of a teenager. I opened my dear friend's refrigerator door and stared into it.
Not much there, as she is a beautiful, hard working professional woman who often dines out, travels, or escapes to her place in the country to paint for the weekend.
I get it- food spoils.

The staring thing worked.
I found cold coffee and some half-n-half that my dear friend knows makes or breaks coffee for me. (She doesn't touch the stuff). I spied a takeout container left over from a dinner I had with my daughter. In it was one slice of good Italian bread and some shredded Brussels sprouts with bacon. I found a tomato in the fridge as well. One pan and a little olive oil, and I was in business. Did I mention the cream cheese with chives? Heaven.

The day can now commence.
I look forward to spending it with my granddaughter Lucy, her mom, and her mom's mom. My son has gone back to work, which I imagine starts with hundreds of emails to process.
I am filled with gratitude.
Onward!

i thought the single package of raw sugar added a little something to the photo, don't you agree?