bittersweet

I wish that I was writing about chocolate that I'd pop into my next baking project. I'm not. I am writing about an unfortunate event this morning that got me into tears. The details are not important but I would go as far as saying that remembrance somewhat gets me choked up. Still. And then what? My afternoon. The person I'm with. With me. I know he knows, but told him, just before we parted that it had been a horrible but wonderful day.