I know that today I haven’t written. Loathe to turn my back on a commitment, I must apologize for the drivel I am about to write. In advance.
This evening I drove into the supermarket parking lot on the way home. I put the car in park but I could not for rye bread, love nor money get out. If I had I would have ended up curled up on the shelf next to the baked goods, soft and yeasty.
Instead I used the fumes of my dwindled body-fuel to throw Virginia (my car – meet Virginia) in reverse and limp home. I didn’t make it up the stairs. When five pm did catch me it was with a half snore under the granny square afghan I made when I was fifteen, a dog asleep curled around my head and one napping warm and reassuring on my tummy.
Today I testify to something a Single Woman really needs: rest.