Success! I love the delicious little gingerbread cupcakes…among other thing. Had a good time last night baking them at Laura & Andrea’s, too. (And who knew a milk crate could be so useful – bike basket for groceries, ingredients carrier for baking, holder of records).

Class tonight. I am so far behind on my reading – maybe I”ll catch up tomorrow. (I’ve been saying that for two weeks).

Dad is doing worse. Shaking more. Tired more. The medicine is worse than the disease, so he’s not taking any. I’m worried about him, worried about mom, but I’m too far away to really help. I’ve spent the better part of my adult life isolating myself from my parents; now I wish I were closer to home.

But I’m not. And life is good here. And if they need me I’ll go home. There’s lots of jobs out there, but I’ve only got one set of parents.

I’m too young to be having these kinds of regrets.