31 January 2010
Since most of what I’m writing about this week, I’m having to do from memory, the details are missing. I made notes on the calendar about some days, which is my only savior—but on Sunday, the only note is the one which tells me we had dinner at No Frills. Ironically, I knew that one, because today is the first day since Bert died that I’ve remembered to take a photo. So, as far as I can tell, we didn’t do anything during the day . . . I’ll update this if I remember anything—or Kyle does. But, dinner at No Frills felt good . . . felt almost normal.
~MB
