sj, I'm sorry this is dragging out for you.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Connie and sj, thinking of both of you.
Shir, stay safe.
If wearing all black isn't an option, one of the Jewish mourning customs is to wear a torn piece of black ribbon pinned to your shirt.
I adopted that custom after Mom passed, because I felt like I needed some sort of signifier of my grief.
You're in my thoughts, Connie.
Here are two, Connie:
Colorado Mesa [link] -- See third point.
Southeast Texas Applied Forensic Science Facility, Sam Houston State University [link] - Again, third point.
I don't know that it saves you anything, but it looks like they're working to discover how much forensic information can be derived from cremated bodies.
Yeah, he was MRSA-colonized. I don't blame them for excluding that.
But thank you so much for looking into that. Something to keep in mind for myself, for better preparation.
I'm actually kind of sorry his student loans have been forgiven, I was kind of looking forward to saying "Fuck you, he escaped!"
So tomorrow I have to take off work to go up and sign paperwork for the final stages. Yippee Skippee. Thankfully Kara is coming down to get me. I didn't want to have to go up into the city for a while, but fortunately we're not going anywhere near the University. I'm sorry we can't do what he wanted, but he can argue it with me the next time he sees me.
Connie, I'm sure your right in what you said earlier. He wouldn't have wanted any of this to be a big hassle for you.
Sending you much strength, Connie.
End of the work day. Working has helped, but now the darkness off the work set is creeping in again, reminding me of what's not at home waiting for me.
My bosses told me they were surprised to see me. I'm apparently getting a rep for toughness. Department head observed that he can understand that staying home staring at the walls isn't a good thing. They're being wonderful. I got fair warning that we've got a big update coming in two weeks, with a gentle hint that I'm going to have to tough it out.
I keep thinking I should be worrying about how "well" I'm coping. I keep telling myself that it's unique to everyone, but I'm worrying that I'm only delaying some breakdown in the future. Then I think of the next 20 years of everything we'll miss together, and that breakdown isn't very future any more.
I wonder who installed those Puritans in my head, who twit me for not grieving "correctly." The mindgames that get me through the day are not a copout, I don't have to keep poking my fingers in the wound. It's barely been four days.