I am so flippen tired. Like, fall into the bed and sleep for a week tired. I am going to warm up what's left of the cherry pie and put what's left of the whipped cream on top and call that supper. Eli is on his own. Saturday. I can't wait. Nothing to do except Eli wants to have a party. I don't want to spend any money but his 16th birthday was absorbed by grief and not being at home. Gosh I love that kid but...a party. Several boys. Staying up late and making noise and farting and eating. He won't be around this summer to do it. What a quandary.