First, after my dental appointment my brother said he had never ate at Flip’s Wine Bar and Trattoria, an old stomping ground of mine. I had Pesto Gnocchi and freshly made Bruschetta. wonderful. I hadn’t eaten there in years.
Then when we returned to my mother’s farm where my car was, my niece Madison (the one with cancer) gave me a college notebook full of old drawings and newspaper clippings from my old firm. a couple of old photographs I had saved before I got sick were in it. It was like peering into that time again. really weird really. anyways. Today was a good day.