Once home, a sweet attendant cleaned me up. I went to the grocery store and bought coffee, a pound of onions and peppers. My sister and her husband had been waiting for me for an hour to drive me to our parents. I lost track of time. I don't where my mind is these days. My sister and her husband were worried, but not angry. I admire their forgiveness. The drive home in the snowstorm was rough. My aunt and uncle and cousin came to visit. Our families have been strained for years. Fortunately the visit went well.
I stayed with my family and binged on pita chips. I need to find an eating balance. I will. It's going to take time - and a few trips of dumping my previous binges in a canoe.