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Now We're Solid

Yesterday I ate a substantial amount of solid food for the first time since my cat died. It's mostly been soup, crackers and cheese for six days. But then a friend from California gave me some cookies - medicinal cookies - and boy did I rediscover my appetite. I spent the better half of Sunday stuffing my face. I didn't realize it when I woke up, and I didn't have to go before I left the house, but by the time I got off the train I was high-tailing it to Starbucks for a little public restroom action. I'm pleased to report that my grief diarrhea has subsided. I'm still down and I expect I will be for the next few weeks, or at least until the ashes come back and I've settled all the billing. Death is a hell of a business.

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