Thanks for the kind words and understanding.  Today I got up, out of bed, washed my face, put on some lotion, then had the intense desire to just go back to bed.  So I did.  Igby doesn't mind, he's just been curling up with me day after day.  I took a shower and even got dressed around 2 and am just about to finish off another box of Ferrero Rocher.  I need some more ...

I feel so typical, laying around, eating chocolate, doing absolutely nothing.  Unfortunately though, I'm almost out of Ferrero Rocher and grocery staples, so I'm going to have to leave the house today.

Yesterday I watched the movie "The Upside of Anger" ... wow, I totally was able to understand and associate with the main character (not just because of my recent loss, but from other events that have happened in my life).

Aunt Susa called me last night and asked if I thought the funeral should be this coming Saturday - sure, why not?  She figured that way no one would have to miss work.  Fuck work man, I'd miss it if it was on a weekday, and if my boss had an issue with it I'd fucking go postal.  But lucky me for having such a nice boss, he totally understood me not wanting to set up the workshop on Saturday, and then not coming to work today.  He left a nice message, but then asked me to call him back and let him know how the applications were going, what needed to be done, and when I might plan on coming back.

I told him tomorrow - I need to go back to normal ... but I really don't want people coming up to me and talking to me yet.  I need to make a sign for my co-workers "Leave a card if you must, or some chocolate, that's always nice, lol ... but please don't come up to me and try to make me feel better." That's so awkward.  And I might burst into tears.