Did you like that title? It's because I'm reading THE ELEGANCE OF THE HEDGEHOG right now, and so I keep turning my life into titles modeled on that one.
(BTW I am intrigued by the book but not loving it as much as I want to. I assume this a problem with me rather than with the book.)
Anyway. I woke up this morning feeling kinda sad. But why I asked myself. Is it that the bunk beds are gone now? We happily let Lawyer Son and his family take them this weekend. They've just moved into a great little bungalow, and they're starting out their lives just like Ken and I were thirty years ago--looking forward to a bunch of stuff including more kids in bunk beds, which is awesome.
But having those bunk beds leave our house means that yup. That part of our life is d.o.n.e. done. I'm still adjusting to the fact. So maybe that's why I'm sad.
Or maybe I'm sad because I have the stomach flu this morning and don't feel like eating the rest of the Magleby's chocolate cake in our cupboard. That isn't just sad--that's tragic.