It has been a day of doing one thing after another: cats, cooking, cleaning, writing, picking up CSA share of eggs and mushrooms, sending my requisite letters and calls to the appropriate congressmen.
Cleaning up the mangled "unopenable" can that the bear did indeed manage to open and squish last night, eating the entire contents of seeds, suet-and-seed cakes, etc. (I would not vouch for the state of that poor bear's kishkes* today.)
I bought food to take to shul for after early morning minyan tomorrow morning: rye and bagels and cream cheese and smoked salmon and red onion, in honor of my beloved's yahrzeit. (Note to self: bring a small bottle of slivovitz for a l'chaim.) It is a breakfast he would have enjoyed.
I still miss him.
But there is a lightness and a good humor that seem to be infusing this year's yahrzeit. I hope this means that his own neshama** feels lighter as well.
We were so blessed to have had the years together that we were given.
** soul (one of the many words)