Called MA. Bless her heart.
I have put on a pan of my mother's pasta fagioli. That is not about J., and is good for me and is comforting to do, it turns out.
For the first ten minutes, bring it to a boil, I practiced Bach.
It is not as bad as it has been for almost 3 hours.
Now I shall go write my friends about the get-together possibility.
And watch tv.
And finish the cooking and put it away.
And play some online boggle (at wordsplay). And not give a shit how I do at it.
And search for a few more of the "musts" in the Big Book.
And accept.
And keep praying.
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