For a day that wasn’t technically a bad day, yesterday was pretty much was an aggravating mass of yuck.

I think the besst thing that happened in that tangled mass of dreck was getting one more illustration of how much Dad, Interrupted is my lobster. If things aren’t right with us, nothing is right.

I also got to spend a good amount of time talking to the younger Daughter, Interrupted. And some time talking to the older Daughter, Interrupted.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014