It's true, I can't spell. I know sooner or later I would forget to push the spell-check key and expose my little flaw.

There is no milk at home, but there are more sugar and candy than I’ve had all year. I'm addicted to these mini-eclairs! At 241 calories per serving, how many do I really need. Now my mom is grinding up all kinds of stuff to make moon cakes, the beautiful kind that requires a mold.

She said she is happy every time I come home, and I wondered at how many more "homecomings" I will have. I look a few paces into the future and sure enough, they're more dispersed, more rare, and more complicated… Shopping with her till way past lunchtime, then "food" at Barnes and Noble. If I were to write a memoir one day, yesterday would be front and central.

Is it okay to blog things that I should have put past me days before? I hope so, and this clicking sound on my keyboard is just another healing remedy on my way to recovery.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why not? I have been here and there, on both sides of the equation. And I know, better than anyone else, that there are no logics and no reasons in such matter. No explanation necessary. All that could be said, I can tell myself.

The next blog promises to be more cheerful! Don't give up on me yet...