I’m no longer mourning my on 9/11 birthday. I’m taking phone calls, smiling, talking, and not so miserable that I can’t take part. G’s letting me travel on this day via a fun restaurant or two. Greek or Lebanese were my choices. Now menus from each restaurant fill my screen. Yes, I want soup AND salad. The chicken kabob dinner comes with these plus rice and hummus. He’s ordering three deserts. Lots of honey and rosewater reductions.