The funeral is over, and I feel like such a huge weight is gone. I find that when I hear about a death it’s like I’m holding my breathe all the way til the funeral, then once I’ve had that closure I can let it out and get some fresh air again. It’s a relief.
Lauren slept for the duration of it which worked out perfectly, though she looked like she’d been sweating heaps after from having salty tears falling on her hair. I’m pleased I was able to make it.
And I started writing last night. Only about a hundred words, but it was nice to get them down there. I am going to try and get some more done tonight though I am still exhausted (Got to sleep in til 430am though! lol funny how nice that seems after being awake from 230am…).
Father Jones’ first name is Vincent, for those interested. I did a little reverse psychology on him when he wasn’t being clear about what story he wanted written and he came up with the goods, much to my relief.
Anyway, time to get Ivy from school. Hope everyone else is having a great day!