A few years ago, I was on a connecting flight from Little Rock to Albany, on one of those teensy planes for people flying from one weird place to another. The woman who had the aisle seat next to me looked either tired or distraught about something that wasn’t any of my business, but she turned to me anyway and explained that she was on this plane because her sister had just died. She was heading to her funeral.
I came home from a day filled with good and bad things. I had a great time with friends, learned a lot from visiting museums, and even found a cool restaurant! I saw a movie, argued with my brother, and had to deal with my mom trying to convince me to “work harder” to get back together with my
boyfriend ex-boyfriend. It still just doesn’t seem right. It still feels like it never even happened (not the relationship, but the breaking up part).
Anyway, I got on my computer and started my nightly Internet perusal. I got out some Pirate’s Booty and some crispy seaweed as snacks. I got bored of those after awhile and switched to chocolate ice cream topped with peanut butter. The sweet, chocolatey taste made my taste buds zing and it was exactly what I needed to end my day.