I need to cut myself some slack

[redbird]

This is my first day of real rest in a couple of weeks--which is less than I generally need to take. And my father's funeral was yesterday, a swarm of cousins I see every decade and friends and colleagues of my father's who I hadn't seen in longer than that. My father and I weren't close, to put it mildly, but that doesn't mean the day wasn't stressful (and no, nobody was expecting him to die this soon). I had four living grandparents until my senior year of high school; my mother is now my only surviving direct ancestor (I have three aunts).

So I'm eating lots of chocolate, doing not much else, and being vaguely distracted. And that's okay. If I don't pull myself together by 6:15 Monday morning, I have my job's okay to be out for a few days. (I won't get paid for them, which is a problem, but I won't be risking unemployment, either.)

Thanks to those of you who've offered condolences or an ear (those of you who are puzzled, this is because my last few posts were friends-only); particular thanks to papersky, who gave me a useful framework for thinking about the last couple of days and my reactions to them. And, as always, to cattitude, who is very good at just being there for me.