We walked to the store tonight to pick up a prescription for Angel. We thought it would be nice to walk instead of drive because the weather was pretty tolerable but mostly because I’m fat again.

The quickest way to the store is to cut through the graveyard behind our house, so we did. Angel was pointing out the dates on some of the gravestones to Riley and explaining to him what they represent. After checking out quite a few Riley said “Almost all of these people have died.”

Maybe he just didn’t quite get it or maybe he has a sense for the undead.

When we got home with Angel’s drugs she was reading the possible side effects. She read them out loud. “Weight loss, decreased appetite, diarrhea, vomiting. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Promises, promises.”