Listening: the Man in Black
Mentally Replaying: "ring of fire"
I'd rather be: asleep

I have too much work to do, a long ass meeting coming up and two entertainers I've always enjoyed have died.

This might as well be a Monday.

I had to stay up late to pack last night and I feel like I forgot something. I know what I did forget - I was supposed to turn over my keys to Molasses' apartment so he could hand them to the snake sitter.

He's going to hang out with the sitter tonight and chill with other friends and drink and watch whatever Agent Orange left on Monstrovision's 200+ DVD carousel. Musical DVDs, indeed.

I can't go because I have to spend time with the fam at Sr Irene's funeral. See if she had died in July and this were Uncle Frank, then I'd totally skip. My mom was even surprised that I was there for every step of the Rosary and funeral.

But this is Sr Irene and I'm halfway tempted to ask to get up say something after the Rosary. But I'd really hate to start crying on the altar, and I don't really have any stories, just memories of all the important things she taught me - patience, grace, dedication. See I'm getting choked up already. So I can't miss it. Not for the world.

I had to do some separate packing because again the rosary and funeral will be in Orange (land of the cute and the quaint, TM) which is not a fun drive from LA. The Rosary is tonight at seven which means we'll leave the church around 830ish. The funeral is tomorrow at nine am, which is really freaking early. So my mom bought an inflatable mattress and invited me to sleep at her house in Anaheim.

I'll have to duck out from the gathering afterword. Did you know that four of my kin have died in the last 12 months? FOUR! All of them siblings of my dad. I hate to think what this is doing to him. I know what it's doing to me and so I can't stick around with the family. I'm already feeling twitchy... And anyway I'm supposed to go on vacation tomorrow.

At some point I have to go by my apartment. I specifically left my packed clothes there. But it's so I remember to grab other stuff like the bathroom kit, and specifically so I go back and check the mail. I sold some stock last week and the check was mailed on Tuesday. I'm going to be rather peeved if it doesn't arrive in the mail tomorrow. I may as well have not sold the damned stock. (If it doesn't arrive till next week then I'll put the money in savings. I've been doing odd things with stocks this year so I expect I'll have to pay an assload of taxes.)

Finally, it's rather foggy out. It's finally starting to burn away but it was darned cold out there. Dammit, it's still summer. I check the weather, it'll be pretty hot up in Sacramento/Sonoma where I'll be for the next week. September is always the hot month of the year 'round here with a least a couple of heat waves, one of which must top 100. So what's with the fog? Brr.. it may as well be November.

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In other news Johnny Cash and John Ritter died today.