It's only Wednesday, and it feels like the week should have ended days ago. I'm exhausted.
I took a mental health day on Tuesday, and, honestly, think I need another one tomorrow. Tonight was the visitation, tomorrow is the funeral. I'm just worn out.
I've got a lot of work to catch up on, but right now I just feel like sleeping.
As an aside, should I lose someone in my immediate family, I really could not endure a visitation, standing in a morose receiving line, like some sort of gauntlet, having to shake everyone's hand, accepting their awkward attempts at condolescences while trying to not collapse into a sobbing ball of hysteria. Short of throwing myself on the funeral pyre, I can't think of a worse thing to endure after the loss of a loved one. Maybe some people find it comforting that an endless line of people came out in support of you and/or someone you loved, and it's lovely that they do, but I just find it quite horrible. In times of mourning and loss, I just like to be left the hell alone. I guess everyone's different. I dunno. I also rather hate flowers, so I might just be a weirdo.