Today I took apart my bookcase. I packed up two boxes of kitchen stuff, did a load of laundry and watched anchorman. I cooked my last supper. My friend called, driving because she missed her plane, she said it was sad, my last supper. It is in the sense that all last things are sad but after this last there will be a first and that is certainly happy, not sad. And I choose to look forward instead of backward.