November 20th was just not a good day, and for no good reason, either. Nothing bad happened, but I was cranky and out of sorts. I’m very sure that I was looking for the worsst of everything. So the besst thing that happened was that I finally just gave up and went to bed, and saw the insides of my eyelids.

November 21st was also not terrible, but it wasn’t great. Misunderstandings, Angry Pizza…nope. I did spend some quality time watching two new-to-me shows about The Flash and The Arrow with the youngest Son, Interrupted, so it wasn’t all bad. Once again, those eyelids were attractive.

November 22nd was productive. Pictures hung, more floor uncovered, progress made in the backyard…good stuff. And while it wasn’t bad, it certainly wasn’t fun: I got a preview of life when the Sons, Interrupted move out into the world: it will be quiet and peaceful and clean. And I will not like it. I really miss those two when they’re not around.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014