I got the opening round of documents from my lawyer. I still need to provide them with his driver's license number, which means I need to figure out which box I put all his stuff in and dig through it to find his wallet. I half-heartedly looked for the box yesterday, but gave up after about 2 minutes because depression/the box isn't labelled/the box was taped up and I couldn't be bothered to find a knife to open it up with/not wanting to dig through his stuff.

It feels like everything is coming undone at the seams at the moment. Also have an unanswered week-old email from my mother who apparently *needs* to come see me next month on the anniversary of my father's death which she now apparently refers to as his birthday for some sort of religious reason. We spent two sessions on this issue last week and I'm still no closer to knowing how to answer her that I don't want her to come without feeling like a complete jerk.