~ma for Mr. Connie.

I hope everything goes well at the de-lutheraning, Connie, and he has a quick recovery.

I'm hoping that today will be a day without the nagging dull headache I've had all week. It's not a bad headache; it's just keeping my brane from working.

Lots of surgery-and-Lutheran-shunning~ma to your husband, Connie, and lots and lots of coping~ma to you.

And, Sparky, yeah. An emailed sympathy note would have Miss Manners reaching for her smelling salts.

Ugh. Matilda was up last night from 12:30 to about 4, the last hour and a half howling, then whimpering, then grunting with increasingly exhausted rage at not being allowed into our bed. Hec just bundled her and Emmett out the door, surely late, full of what I think for our coffee maker is roughly a quadruple latte but still staggering and barely functional.

It's got to get easier at some point. It's just got to.

An emailed sympathy note would have Miss Manners reaching for her smelling salts.

I found the obituary and will follow the "in lieu of" instructions for a donation to the Hospice that cared for him rather than using email.

It's got to get easier at some point. It's just got to.

May it happen sooner, rather than later. Is there a chance of getting her into her own room soon so she can scream her adorable little head off with a wall and a door between you and her?

Is there a chance of getting her into her own room soon so she can scream her adorable little head off with a wall and a door between you and her?

None at all. We could maybe turn the computer nook, the only other remotely bedroom-like space (a cold, drafty, leaky-in-the-rain space at that) in the apartment, into a bed nook, but from the nook to our bedroom door is a straight, doorless shot right down our bowling-alley central hallway. The only other room with a door is Emmett's, which generally contains Emmett, who's now an official teenager and unenthused about sharing a room with a 3-year-old girl still in nighttime pullups, even if she's a sister he adores during the day.

An emailed sympathy note would have Miss Manners reaching for her smelling salts.

I found the obituary and will follow the "in lieu of" instructions for a donation to the Hospice that cared for him rather than using email.

As someone who recently went through this, I was happy to get either e-mail or snail mail messages of sympathy. Some of my most treasured messages came by way of FB after I had posted a long note there about my mom.

I know that isn't Miss Manners approved, but it worked for me.

We could maybe turn the computer nook, the only other remotely bedroom-like space (a cold, drafty, leaky-in-the-rain space at that) in the apartment, into a bed nook

If you did decide to do that, I am generally handy and know other handy-type peoples who'd be happy to make it less cold, drafty, and leaky.

pats JZ & Hec, hands them coffee

Connie, best wishes and lots of ~ma for your husband (could expelling the lutherans be considered a counter-reformation?).

Connie, tons of ~ma your way. Skill & Precision~ma for the surgeons, and comfort/peace-of-mind~ma for you, hubby, and family.

. Also, I asked for an address to which to send a note, and the person who posted just told me to send an email to his mother. It doesn't feel right to send my sympathies that way.

I don't send email unless I know that the person is email savvy. I generally wouldn't sent them to an older person (like a mom or dad), but would (and have) sent them to board folks. Also, wouldn't send email to someone that I didn't know used email regularly.