Back at Home (Day 1)

I think I might have missed these two the most.

Off to make latke's at Isabel's house.  

"Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I got a telegram from the home: “Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.” That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday."

[Camus, Albert. The Stranger. Trans. Matthew Ward. NY: Vintage Books, 1989.]

It would appear as if I am never allowed to drive the car unless it is dangerously close to dying (see above: death) and I am able to refill it.  Clever ploy by my family unit.