Black coffee in my cup. It's early but I went to bed at some ridiculously early time last night. We had visitation (I suppose called a "wake" in some circles) last night for my mother, and the funeral is today. All of the family finally got here - my nephew and his wife returned from Thailand yesterday afternoon. We had a lot of talking and laughing and eating, and it struck us how much Mom would have enjoyed it.
I'm coping well, I think, but I'm TIRED. For months I've slept lightly, and not very well, listening out for Mom. It seems like since she's been gone I just lose consciousness at night, and sleep very deeply. I hope I catch up on my sleep soon, because I feel ridiculous yawning at 7 p.m.! Anyway, a tough day today, I think. And then more sleep.
