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I love the photo, Connie!
smonster, it sounds like you made the right decision for you. It was so much more important that you were there for her when she was alive.
I got my hair done today. Not sure I like the color, but getting out was good. I feel better than yesterday. Now I'm trying to decide if I have enough spoons to tackle Trader Joes.
That's a great photo, Connie!
I have decided not to try and come back for the funeral. I hate it, but her family knows I am there for the long haul. And I need to spend time with my family. So, decision made.
I think that's a good decision. You were there for the impromptu wake at Pete's the night it happened and the vigil - two very important opportunities to celebrate and grieve with everyone.
Tom started crying when he talked about the vigil. I'm really proud of him for going without me. He loves Kara so much.
I'm really glad there's a week between Tales and the funeral. I am hoping I can get my shit together enough to see if I can assist in the planning in any way next week.
I took TCG to the urgent care tonight because the pain was really bothering him. He is essentially really stressed and has tension in his neck that is causing pain. So muscle relaxants, pain medication, and heat unit he can see his doctor. And she strongly recommended a massage therapist at least once a month.
sj, I hope all that helps, and that seeing someone at Urgent Care puts his mind at ease about the medication dose.
Awww, Tom.
Slow day in Bitches today.
Ginger, how ya feeling today?
SJ, you doing ok?
Connie, what's on the agenda for the weekend?
This Saturday is the wake. I haven't seen some of the people who said they'd be there in a while, but it's going to hurt.
Today I tried to take Hubby's drug stash in to the police dept., but while I knew the city had gone to a four-day work week, somehow I thought the police department would be considered a major public service and would be open. It's not. The cops are out and about, of course, but nobody's manning the desk. So I have to wait till I have a weekday off that's not a major holiday to take care of that.
I'm about to go into the bedroom, with the air conditioning and my new disk of RDJ's Sherlock Holmes to take a non-sentimental look at his clothes and decide which are donatable and which have been worn to pieces.
How did the sorting go, Connie? Going through someone else's stuff can be rough.