Pizza's Important, Right?

Over the past few days, I set myself the task of eating up all the remaining holiday junk food in our house: the Hershey's kisses, the Moose Munch, the cheese and crackers, etc. You know, so I wouldn't keep eating it.

That does SO make sense. Shut up.

I've also been knitting. Later I'll watch Stranger Things AND knit. I'm doing my best, obviously, to live up to my New Year's resolutions.

Our holidays, unfortunately, were disrupted by death. Just before Christmas, my boss was brutally murdered, along with her husband. The next week, after my friend/co-worker and I went to the memorial service, I was surfing through Facebook, hoping to wallow in photos of happy families celebrating their holidays without having to think about senseless violence and their own mortality; and that's when I noticed that people were tagging a long-time friend of ours. Our families had been stationed together, years ago, in California and then DC, and we'd kept in touch ever since.

Turns out, he had just died, at the age of 55, 2 weeks after a diagnosis of cancer.

I'll bet you weren't expecting any heavy stuff here. Well, join the club - neither was I.

Here are some more pretty flowers from my neighbor, just to make us all feel better

So, still reeling, Larry sat down with me a couple of days later to make sure I knew all his passwords and how to pay our bills electronically (I used to be in charge of that job, but somewhere around the 4-kid mark, I passed it on to him). "There!" he said, when we were done. "Now, if something happens to me, you'll at least not have to worry about THAT."

"Yes," I said. "But what if something happens to me? What do YOU need to know?"

We both sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to think of what areas he'd really be floundering in, should I unexpectedly shuffle off this mortal coil (I TOLD you we had a really fun holiday season, didn't I?). Finally, Larry asked, "Where is it you get the cheap pizza from?"

"Costco - $10 for an 18-inch," I told him.

We were both quiet again, thinking.

"So, uh, I guess that's it," I said.

"Yeah," he agreed.

 Which makes me think, maybe Rachel's right, after all...