I'm inordinately annoyed that last week's recycling was never picked up, despite the Lodging of Complaints. Not only that, they Closed the Issue, claiming the recycling had been collected. I marched right out to double check that no, it had not, and Lodged another Complaint.
(Tomorrow is recycling day, and unless they skip us two weeks in a row, this is truly No Big Deal.)
Much more important: Mark is home after nine days caring for his sister after her cancer treatment. It was really lonely around here without him. The only plus side* was the way Clover shifted her allegiance to me (her second-favorite person in the world). When we picked him up at the airport last night, I imagined the inside of her brain this way: "Wait. Wait, is that... It's that guy! I totally forgot about him, he's my favorite person!" I can make myself cry by imagining her seeing her mother or Gus again.**
Candles, hot tea, November leaves, gray sky.
*actually, it was also fun reading tons of books, watching bad TV, and eating sardines on crackers for dinner.
**granted, I can make myself cry by watching a Folgers commercial.