I'm Okay, I'm Alright

It's weird how a wee nostalgic meltdown can come out of nowhere on an otherwise perfectly pleasant and happy Wednesday afternoon.

I've had a hankering for ground beef and gravy (which I *never* make) all afternoon. So I cooked up a skillet full. The last time I had it was in Grandma's kitchen. Last December. She was still healthy. Now I'm enjoying a big dish of it over rice, drinking a highball out of a quasi-inherited bowling glass that lived in her cupboard for as long as I can remember, typing this up and, since I won't allow Perry Como into the house, listening to this...

She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right

Instant catharsis. Once I stop crying.

Argh.

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