Our family dynamic has totally changed since dad's death last year.
We are going to some fancy schamncy restaurant with a fixed price special dinner menu, sans wine, which I don't like since I'm a diner gal.
So I'll have to get dressed up, which is another thing I don't like, I'm blue jeans and plain t shirts, and I can't really talk so it's desultory conversation.
Then I'll go home, make myself an egg, a glass of milk, and go to bed