Hope
Dear Lorenzo, It's Sunday, 8:52 p.m. and as usual, Amira's upstairs with Aisha and your mom, leaving me alone to watch repeats of One Day At A Time on Netflix. I spent the entire day making up for all of the work I didn't get done on Saturday. I finished the laundry, washed a sink full of dishes, cleaned the dining room that Amira had covered in slime the day before and finally, did 45 minutes on the elliptical before lifting weights while watching the Titans demolish the Texans. Sounds like a pretty good weekend, huh? Well, it didn't start out that way. I spent Saturday in much the same manner I've spent many a Saturday since you've been gone: wrapped up in a cocoon made from my blankets, venturing out only to pee or grab crackers, cheese, and beer from the kitchen. Luckily, my bell jar routine was cut short by the annual, "New Year (PLEASE GOD) New Me" conference call I had planned with Fareeda and Kay. And for the first time in a long time...