Update

[thebratqueen]

Bleh. Having the first out loud conversations that deal with practicalities of Tommy's death. Got out of doing service leader duty this Sunday at my church because there's no way I could get up there without crying. I don't even think I'm going to go. All those nice people asking me how I am is not something I can cope with.

And what's playing on the radio when I hang up the phone from that conversation? "I'll be home for Christmas" a song that makes me weepy at the best of times. God obviously has not yet lost his sense of humor (and I do not say that bitchily).

Tomorrow is a day off. This is a good thing.