Feb 24.

Prepping food for four people feels strange. I'm still mentally figuring out how to feed H anyway, thus the burger patties now stored in pairs in the big freezer. But the actual need to feed only four bodies sometime in the next 20 minutes or so goes against everything I have been doing for well over a decade. This is the first day, since H officially moved out, that I have felt this so intensely.


ETA: Of course, last week was kind of a cheat: H was home for dinner Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, Thursday was soup, so not person specific, Friday I made a giant pork roast knowing it would end up as leftovers, Saturday was leftovers, and Sunday H spent the day with us at Faire and came home for a little while afterwards for a late dinner of ramen and leftovers.