I'm trying to get a blip done before it turned into Sunday.
I saw my dad. He is well. I wish we lived closer so we could have coffee twice a week. We could have a dinner together at his house or my house. We could share recipes and then go home to our seperate lives. But instead we live so far away that each meeting is so short that we try so hard that we both feel a bit fake and alone.
Easy... never... trying... absolutely.