I had a minor meltdown this evening. My bi-monthly minor meltdown. Sometimes it is my bi-weekly minor meltdown.

My husband came upstairs and listened to me while I pretended to use words. Then we had a pathetic excuse for a meal--but it was hot and there was pepper so it wasn't a complete wash--went to the Dumb Ox Society, came home and listened to Handel's Messiah while we baked banana bread.

I'm so glad my dad played that album over and over while we were growing up. I know every note.

Banana bread. A Messiah. My husband. Give me one thing more, a grateful heart.