Know what's great?

The time change. Waking up at 8 in the morning in California feels like waking up at 11 am. I'm such an impressively early-riser right now. Not much of an audience, or anything, but still.

The Fairy Tale of My First Few Days Back After Four Months Away

Once upon today, Goldie Bethany woke up and ate a blueberry bagel. It was just right. Unfortunately, she forgot that she had just arrived home, and so the hype would feed her for several days. Not 10 minutes later, her father popped happily in the door with a bag of donuts. And so she partook of second breakfast and beamed thankfully.

Later that day, Bethany began a book that her brother had given her. He insisted it was excellent, and so she read in the sun of her window. In popped father again, this time with crackers, cheese, and a pickle on a plate. A little snack, he announced, would be a good move before dinner in a couple hours. She agreed with a smile and munched while she read.

Half an hour later, mother stepped into the room and climbed onto the bed. In mother's hands were an apple, a knife, and two plates. Her mother sliced the apple and between crunches, they spoke. When the apple was gone, Bethany took a short nap.

She awoke to her mother announcing dinner and a movie, and so she slipped out of bed and into the kitchen. Food was put on a plate, eaten, re-filled, and eaten again. Mid-movie, chocolate cake was passed around.

And so ended Bethany's first day home and the inevitable reception of her family's love language: food.