You know before you know, of course. You are bending over the dryer, pulling out the still-warm sheets, and the knowledge walks up your backbone. You stare at the man you love and you are staring at nothing: he is gone before he is gone.

That’s the opening paragraph of the book I’m going to start reading: Open House by Elizabeth Berg. I was at the library yesterday and I don’t know why I picked it from the shelf, at random. I read the cover, saw what the story was about and of course I identified myself, so I brought it home.

I plan to immerse myself in that book, along with some other mundane tasks. I had a very busy week at work and I’m really tired, but thank God for days off that leave you with a 4-days weekends. Going through them alone sure isn’t fun, but I have developped a great capacity for this… amazing.