Popped the cherry.

     Can you think of a more salacious title for the misdirection of what I am going to speak of.  I can't.  But I like it.  We shall go back to the bit about my sister, do the weekend and when we arrive on Tuesday, you'll get the gist.

     The weekend was alright, this being the weekend just after she came home.  Hectic with this and that.  Sadly no crock pot.  No meals prepared.  Not happy about that.

     Monday.  My manager was off, he'd been off since Friday.  Stressful day.  Got home.  Sister was in excruciating pain, seems like she'll be living like that for awhile.  Send good thoughts.

     The sink. Full.  Stove top.  Full.  I began washing.  What I made for dinner is by now irrelevant.  The day ended and I was exhausted. 

     I'm not sure what exactly started me thinking about it.  Maybe it was the utter realization that I was going back to being the sole cook.  That not a piece of silverware would be placed into the dishwasher.  Unless it was me doing so.  Not a pan washed unless it was me.  I wanted to relax.

     Got out of work my usual time.  It was in the air.  The oddly comfortable air that comes at the end of Indian Summer.  Only this was late October.   The last week of it actually.  Halloween was 2 days away.

     I'd planned for this.  I made preparations.  Even got 2 disposable coffee cups from work to support me.  What the Hell does that mean? 

t.b.c.