But sometimes it is good to know someone in a far more devastating place than yourself.

My friend's father died and she called me crying.

When Renata died, or had her accident, I called her crying.

Now I can escape into her tragedy and be the one to comfort.

I am acheiving this by baking her shortbread with cardomom (that I ground myself) and rice krispie treats. I am putting them in a nice tin with a nice little bow and a nice little card.

2008 was an energy-drain and I can't wait to fill my life up with replendence and calm.