I woke up, as usual, in the biting cool darkness of the 4am's. I had the apartment clean by 7:45, except for the mirrors; the windex is always gone the day after you laugh while brushing your teeth. I headed for the dietician, who pretty much patted me on the head and sent me on my way. 'Just remember to do your homework little one'. As would be fathomed, I felt a touch... Lets just say very unsatisfied.
I headed for my farewell breakfast with the Mother. Her usual lateness later, 15 minutes, in her defence that is her early, she arrived and I took up my usual position as unman of the house. I swear I must still be a weedy toddler in her mind. Even when I am making a sincere point, she just watches with a 'OK baby' look.
I went to the Sisters and we had lunch with the Niece. As usual, we, looking like chalk and cheese, were mistaken for a couple. I always love the look on peoples faces when I say that she is my sister. But it occurs to me right now that they may think that since I have not denied parentage of the Niece, there might be some deep south logic going on. A banjo is strumming eerily somewhere.
Lunch done, I made a quick pit stop to delight my inner nerd and fix the Mothers computer, then dropped my bruised-battered-brilliantly-braking car off to the body shop; the car version, not the save-the-environment-face-cream one. Home again, best friend came to stay. We had dinner and then I packed. It feels weird to be going to Tassie with my other best friend this year after we had gone last year (best does not denote rank, it is a camaraderie thing; these two have my back to the death). I am very thankful.
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