A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck

Today marks the five year anniversary of the death of Jonathan's father and the nine year anniversary of the death of my maternal grandmother. May 2nd isn't the Happy World Land of days in either of our calendars.


This morning's conversation:

Me: How are you?
Jonathan: I'm fine.
Me: Really? Because if you need me, I could be sick today.
Jonathan: No, I'm fine.

I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt and go with "boy's are simple." and if he really needs me, I will be notified.

Honestly, I am in a crap mood and have managed to binge eat $4 worth of vending machine junk food. Tomorrow is not May 2nd, so that is good.