Swilling rain for most of the day, remnants of the horrible storm and tornados that tore though the south last night killing over two dozen, may be thirty but I can’t verify. heard it on the radio while I was making dinner. also heard I shouldn’t fight my grief but instead accept that it’s normal to feel the loss of what was. no one knows what’s coming, what our new life will be. truly the new normal. trying to focus on the now, making dinner, doing my job, loving my family, calling friends. but there has to be hope or it could be oppressive. who am I kidding, it is oppressive.
butternut squash soup? there’s a loaf of hearth bread in the freezer.