It's been a long and crazy year. SP just left for work; we'll stay up & have a glass of Champaign when he gets home.
Spent some time this week working on his house, but not as much as he would have liked. We have got a lot accomplished (I think).
We made Hoppin' John for supper tonight, and there's enough for lunch tomorrow (a VERY Southern US dish for New Years that, in it's most basic form, contains rice, black eyed peas, ham and/or bacon, green bell pepper, and some cayenne pep
We had the internment for my mom yesterday morning -- just my brother and I, our SO's, and my last surviving Aunt.
My brother surprised both SP and me by asking if we wanted to go somewhere for lunch. Had a nice meal without any awkward silences, so that was nice. Maybe -- maybe -- he's changing some. But then just a couple of weeks ago when he stopped by to sign mom's life insurance paperwork he never even turned off the car.
Doesn't seem like it's been almost 12 month's since SP and