We’re home and unpacked, which is yay. Z’s mom made us dinner and brought it over, which was super awesome. We would have managed to make food happen one way or another, but not having to think about it is even better.
We also got home to find out that our neighbour died while we were away. I cannot say that we were particularly close to her, but I’m still sad about it. We knew that it was coming soon and that she was winding down, but still. Still. I can’t remember the last time I spoke to her, and it would have been nice to have been able to say hi in passing at least once more. But that’s the way of it, isn’t it — you don’t really get a proper final goodbye.
Anyways. I am tired, so I’m out.