I realized that the high point of my day today, was finding a can of dog food.  Traveling with Burn, I’ve discovered that I’ll eat just about anything.  Anything.  I remember when dog food was for the dogs… and a can of it was a big deal.  Now it doesn’t matter.  Canned, dry, regurgitated… Cause I did.

I miss meatloaf.  Mom’s meatloaf.  I remember when sitting down to eat it with the family was such a big deal.  I remember when I used to throw a fit over my peas touching it.

I just pretend the dog food is meatloaf now.  I miss my mom.