After the funeral

Back from the whole funeral service thing. I don’t understand them, other than people’s need to say goodbye, I guess. It was really stressful and depressing. Jay’s doing okay, but I’m still worried about it. All I really want to do is just shut down for a while, I’m so tired.

I realized while we were out of town (yet again, this is an ongoing realization) that I wish I had a Dad. Jay’s dad was so good the whole time, he got both sons suits to wear and drove them around making sure everything was taken care of and stuff. He didn’t go to the service, as he didn’t feel welcome by that side of the family, but he was there for his sons. It was really nice to see, and it made me jealous in an abstract kind of way.

Anyhow… Jay’s going to be looking for part time work and finalizing what school he wants to go to (night courses) which takes some pressure off me. I still want to move. I’m going to start calling places to find something in the area that we can afford, since I make more than I did when I first moved into the current tiny apartment, and can afford a bit more a month. But right now I’m just tired, and someone replaced my mouse on my work computer with a crappy mouse that catches on air, and a couple other things aren’t working right, and I am moody and want to go home. It’s friday, I just have to get through today. Bleah. This has been a rough week for us.