Five months ago, I never would have guessed that today there would be D--i popping around my kitchen amidst the melancholy tunes of the Hindu Kush and the delicious aroma of bulani. I am blessed. I am perplexed as to how to move forward, but I am blessed. Hm. Maybe I'm not supposed to move forward, but just be. Now, that's a thought, however anathema to my M.O.
