I know - the funeral isn't about me. But I'll be seeing people I haven't seen in - heck, twenty years, some of them. And I don't want to look too freakazoid, or too dowdy. So that's on my list of things to do tonight...find something to wear that is comfortable and attractive. In my closet. Which puts a sadder spin on things...

The tears haven't come yet. The headache has, but not really the tears. I'm worried about tomorrow. The funeral will be the hardest part - it always is - but then there's the after gathering.

God. I just hope I don't cram both feet in my mouth. I have a knack of saying the wrong thing at the worst possible moment, and I'm deathly afraid tomorrow will be one of those times.

Better stick to mineral water.