ah, there was something here before. and then I deleted it.
is it worth it, I wonder. tonight i made ratatouille, sliced thinly, rings of zucchini and fairytale eggplant covered with red tomato. a bed of basil, garlic, olive oil. an hour in the oven, a half-hour to prepare. i like doing it. they know that. it's about making myself feel useful.
after, though; not a word. each family member to their respective screens. it made me feel sad. it made me wonder why I'd done it.
i see them still, eyes locked away from each other, backs almost touching.