Today, the last of the family went home. I've been surrounded since July 9th by different combinations of guests, but today? It's Home Alone for the first time. The house is a mess, and I don't care. I'm not hungry, so it looks like bagged organic popcorn is the meal of choice. There is a Gilmore Girls marathon on TV that is keeping my mind blank. I don't know how to use all the buttons on the remote, set the a/c or check the phone messages because those were never my job. D's best buddy was diagnosed with bladder cancer yesterday and that stinks.
Thinking I'm entering the anger stage of grief, because I'm certainly not in denial of what has happened. Hoping tomorrow will be a better day.