I woke up and chose violence to make French toast with blueberry compote. There was a restaurant nearby that used to make a terrific version of this, but they didn’t survive the pandemic. But I had stale bread, blueberries, and a mighty craving.

I hope your mom is more receptive to hospice help tomorrow, meara.

Choosing French Toast is the opposite of violence!

Yeah I was gonna say that sounds pretty darn good!

My poor sister—just wants to get home as quickly as possible so of course there’s been a huge fire that collapsed part of I95 in Philly where she is headed. May be a very slow time for her, with 95 closed traffic will surely be awful

Yikes, your sister doesn't need that stress. Also, scary fire!!

meara, I'm so sorry for you and your mom and the circumstances that keep getting in the way. That fire just sounds like adding insult to injury.

Thinking of you meara, and sending loving vibes to you and yours.

Timelies all!

{{{meara and family}}}

Love and strength to you and your family, meara.

Yes. this. Again and always.

Here's hoping the rest of the process is gentler and less stressful for you and your family, meara.

The construction crew across the street who decided that the entire neighborhood should wake up at 7:30 this morning have not gotten on my good side by continuing their jackhammering for 2 1/2 hours. I'm particularly peeved because I barely slept, but even on the best day this wouldn't be a welcome noise.