I decided today was as good a day as any to thank my friends for their support. Come to find I missed a death–of another girl’s grandfather, no less–and that made me tear up. (Which is not helping my sinuses any. Will I be able to breathe through my nose tonight?) With my mother here, while I’m sick in bed, it’s unreal; it’ll get real in a hurry when we see her off tomorrow. I don’t want her to go! But she’ll be home by the 14th! But it doesn’t bloody matter, because she makes things normal around here.
Two losses since July. I wait, superstitious, for the third. What’s next? Universe, be merciful, because I’m trying to stay alive myself.