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katallisonSo, my dad's funeral is over, and it all went very well. In particular, my brother, whom I was ready to throttle Friday night for his non-phone-answering non-arrangements-clarifying ways, delivered a eulogy that just knocked the ball out of the park. He was *splendid.* And some of my dad's old professional colleagues were able to show up, to my great joy, and said some funny and loving and intelligent things. The only downside was ... well, let me just say that if you're ever engaging a singer to perform at some event, be sure to verify in advance that he is actually able to carry a tune, and perhaps also play chords upon the guitar that correspond more or less harmonically to the tune he is supposed to be carrying. (Right, you already know that, on account of you're smarter than me.) Anyway, it was a fine ceremony, overall, and I think my dad would have been pleased.
And I got my grant proposals done and in, and I'm now sitting here, contemplating rather dazedly the prospect of an evening in which there is nothing I have to do. And even more, no niggling painful guilt about how if you don't have other things you have to do, you really should go visit your dad or your stepmother. No, my calendar and my conscience are entirely, utterly clear, for the first time in what feels like forever. Mr. P. and I are not doing the V-Day thing tonight, but have deferred until later in the week, when the crowds will have dwindled and the restaurant prices will be back to normal and I'll have gotten some sleep.
I went out after work and bought myself a stack of Nero Wolfe mysteries, and a bottle of champagne, and I plan to have a quiet solitary evening on the couch, sipping and reading and having a little hot chicken soup. The bronchitis is much better (huge thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lapillus, who brought over on Saturday a bottle of Mucinex tabs, which is vilely named but does a fantastic job of de-gunking the lungs). I'm looking forward to Escapade, and I'm looking back, from time to time, at the past few weeks, and I'm thinking a bit about some writing I want to get re-immersed in. But mostly I'm just going to be quiet and enjoy my evening.
And I got my grant proposals done and in, and I'm now sitting here, contemplating rather dazedly the prospect of an evening in which there is nothing I have to do. And even more, no niggling painful guilt about how if you don't have other things you have to do, you really should go visit your dad or your stepmother. No, my calendar and my conscience are entirely, utterly clear, for the first time in what feels like forever. Mr. P. and I are not doing the V-Day thing tonight, but have deferred until later in the week, when the crowds will have dwindled and the restaurant prices will be back to normal and I'll have gotten some sleep.
I went out after work and bought myself a stack of Nero Wolfe mysteries, and a bottle of champagne, and I plan to have a quiet solitary evening on the couch, sipping and reading and having a little hot chicken soup. The bronchitis is much better (huge thanks to
lapillus, who brought over on Saturday a bottle of Mucinex tabs, which is vilely named but does a fantastic job of de-gunking the lungs). I'm looking forward to Escapade, and I'm looking back, from time to time, at the past few weeks, and I'm thinking a bit about some writing I want to get re-immersed in. But mostly I'm just going to be quiet and enjoy my evening.