I have a friend that is terminally ill with a diagnosis of 2-8 weeks to live. We are having a "farewell" pot-luck type party for her tomorrow afternoon. I just can't wrap my head around losing her -- she is like a sister.

Terribly sorry to hear that, Mel. Hope all goes well.

Last Night: Worked 'til 8:30pm, got stuck in traffic and ended up with wrong directions to a birthday dinner party for a friend. Arrived 45 mins late, but managed to have a good time. Got home late and barely remember going to bed.

Today: Slept in (just woke up), thinking about making migas for breakfast, clean house, debating whether I should get a pedicure and manicure, do some laundry. Mew tonight

Sunday: Continue to clean house, finish laundry, grocery shopping, and hit Target store. No one to do Easter with.



PS -- Mice, I'm sorry to hear about your friend.