I suppose I should start blogging again. The last couple of weeks have been surreal, but I'm going back to work tomorrow and there is, perhaps, some expectation that one is supposed to create normalcy?
Today did feel like a mostly normal Sunday - I journaled, did some despairing, did some cleaning, wrote for awhile on my balcony, and then ate dinner with [censored] while watching a recording of SNL. But it is still not normal. The rest of the weekend was equally surreal - birthday dinner for [censored] on Friday (in Garden Grove, which my mom enjoyed; we hadn't taken her there because Dad couldn't have climbed the steps, but [censored] and I like it and we decided to use the gift certificate we got this week), and another birthday dinner on Saturday (I made chicken and mushroom alfredo that was tasty, and a pineapple upside down cake that would have been better if it had gluten in it).
Of course, I missed telling you about visitation and the funeral and a million other details - but if I'm going to get back into blogging, I'm just going to have to jump in without the recap. Perhaps I will recap someday, but it is not this day. Goodnight!
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