Well, okay, yes. I did miss a few days. That's a bummer, but I really and truly do not care. This weekend was perfection times four, and I wouldn't change a thing.
Saturday was the 2nd annual golf memorial for my amazing Uncle Jim. I simply cannot tell you how much that man meant to me and how much I miss him. When you communicate with someone on an almost daily basis, and that communication is suddenly gone, it takes a long, long time to fill that hole. Maybe you never can. So far, it's a gaping chasm still. So to be able to spend an entire day with my aunt and cousins and people who knew and loved him and to reminisce and laugh and cry together was better than anything Tony Horton has to offer.
Yesterday was a low day for me. You come off a high like that, and you go into a sort of funk. I just wallowed in it, and I think that's okay. I just needed to. I don't wallow often about Uncle Jim, but once in a while, I do. I spent the day eating junk and being cranky. Then I went to bed early.
Today, I worked. The funk is clearing. Friends are coming. The sun is shining. It's going to be a great day. Well, it will be great when I find some Benadryl to slather over my body that has been attacked by the Illinois state insect. Damn mosquitoes.
Day 73: Brought.
Good for you, Nat. I hear having funk-type days are healthy every now and then, and yours is more than needed, it sounds like. I'm glad you are doing better :) love you! Work it, girl!
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