Better Days

Yesterday and today seem to be a bit better. Apparently I require an iced chai latte every morning! Tee hee hee! And some protein, a bit of egg on toast. And I suddenly love Ben's cereal. This morning I was eating it, and it's very similar to Corn Flakes, and I spent the morning thinking of my Poopop. He was my mother's father, and a great storyteller who I'd still like to write about (story-based biography) someday. Every morning without fail he had Corn Flakes. He would take and peel a banana, scooping out slices with his big cereal spoon as he went along, cupping the banana in his large, expressive hands over the bowl of cereal. And he always drank up his milk. I still miss him. I wish he could have met Tyler.