A shot of brandy

After leaving Boston for good this morning, I had been home for all of, I don't know, maybe 10 minutes, before I took one look at my huge pile of crap to pack and long list of things to do and felt a surge of overwhelmed anxiety so deep and so intense that I burst into tears. The tears just wouldn't stop.

(Sorry if I'm boring you-- I realize lately that me being a sobbing mess is a recurring blog theme.)

Anyway, my mom came up to me and gave me a huge hug. She held me, stroked my hair, and did all the things a mom is supposed to do when her little girl is crying uncontrollably.

Then she pulled back and looked me square in the eye, and very seriously said, "Do you want a shot of brandy?"

Oh, Mom. <3