This is from last Sunday---but since Tuesday I walk to Peet's every day. I always get something with whip. Then walk back down Solano. After finding out my Godmother died that morning, I wasn't sure what I felt. If anything, super hungry and super tired. And the intense need for things with whip cream, and things like cake and ice cream. It was overcast on Tuesday--and I danced in the kitchen to celebrate the fact that for a few minutes, I wasn't sad and could feel joy for my life and hers--and joy for my family--and everything there ever is and was.