Bachelorette
Marco is in Vermont for a week. I'm living on chocolate, wine, soup, salad, and bread and oil. I'm sleeping with Diesel every night. In his bed. (My old futon.) Getting lots of work done, answering phone calls in a somewhat timely manner, sending ecards...
Two of which (of the ecards, that is) were to my brother and his wife, sending them each a big hug after the very real threat of losing their home and everything in it to the fire raging near San Diego. It survived, but the fire was probably within 100 feet of their home. Dad showed me pictures of their back yard and the road running by it, of which the fire had burned the median. That damn fire was across the street!!!! I was stressed out just from reading the harrowing accounts of peope trying to evacuate, and just plain imagining losing my house. I'd be devastated. It means too much to me.