Early this morning our friends left for San Diego, then Japan. It was sad enough, but then, when they were walking away from our apartment, Johnny said, "Bye, Butters", very quietly and his words trailed off.
When I walked back into the apartment, I thought I could find my way back to bed without turning on the lights. That's how I found myself face to face with our bookcase.
This morning on my way to work, I was late (surprise) and so I brought breakfast with me in the car. A loaf of whole wheat cinnamon raisin bread, eaten piece by untoasted, unbuttered piece, driving along Scenic Highway.
More funny than sad.