when you hug what you still got, I should say

It's the payday meal. It happens once a month or should only, I should say. Tonight I burned it in a scorched butter and Italian seasoning. I've done better with just butter, garlic and pepper.

We are all clawing up a steep, red bank, I say, and don't even realize what she's going through.


Today I am grateful that she's still here with us, that he is, that they are.
I am grateful for the opportunity to share a meal with her.


Rule #1 of a payday meal is you must be able to eat it with your fingers.
Tonight's meal passed that test.