I have a skating practice tonight from 7-8:30, and a competition saturday. If I didn't, I'd probably just leave work early and go home. Go to bed, or at least sprawl in front of the television and allow it to fill my mind with meaninglessness. But I have to go skating, so I might as well stick it out here until then.
Except I'm going to get L's car washed first. She let me borrow her car to drive south for the weekend. 'twas very nice of her, since my car doesn't have cruise control and hers does. On a 7-hour drive, cruise control is a real bonus.
The funeral was hard, sad, beautiful. Can a funeral be beautiful? Maybe just the day and the place were beautiful. The weather was perfect - sunny, somewhat warm, blue sky, and the cemetery was just a really pretty place. We stood on the top of a hill, looking down over other graves and into the trees below. They were all bare, but I bet in the spring it will be just lovely. It was a military funeral; I've never attended a real one before. Very moving, complete with guns, taps, and a huge flag.
In movies (my only frame of reference) when they fold up the flag afterward, it's always so clean and crisp and easy. In reality, it's pretty hard apparently to get a new flag folded back up tightly and into its triangular case, and the MP's had some difficulty with it.
I cried a little bit during the weekend, but mostly I tried to be strong and brave and help out the family as much as I could. I did all the driving. I'm so glad I could be there, and I'm so glad I was able to help out some. It was an emotionally draining time for everyone involved, me the least of all I would imagine. But even so, I'm so worn out right now. Especially since we didn't get in until midnight, and of course I couldn't just fall right asleep when we arrived; I had to wander ghostlike around the house until 3am. A good night's sleep will probably do wonders for me though, so that's my goal for tonight.