Two says of solitude. That's what I'd needed. No Wendt Commons, no Alpha Chi, no leaving my damn building. The gym? Absolutely not.
Two days of Uber eats and a Lord of the Rings marathon before I can pull myself out of it. Say my goodbyes and prayers to a god I'm not sure listened and that's it. Recovery.
Or at least healing, on the path to towards recovery. Lynn was dead, she'd died, been buried and was never to be seen again. Just another reason not to go home. See an empty spot in the driveway where her Subaru used to be, wonder why the lights weren't on at the Lodges at five in the morning. I smile to myself, Lynn always said it was best to cook early in the day, waking up to sweets and sugar left zero possibility of a grumpy mood.
No wonder Kellan has such a sweet tooth.
I shower,
