Now that the storm is letting up (9.9 inches of white stuff) and it’s clearing off I’m starting to get nervous about the funeral. Why does funeral have fun in it? There’s nothing fun about it. I took a shower and washed my hair for my Solon appointment tomorrow. I’m hoping they can do something with my hair. I cut it short when I started aqua fitness, and it now sticks out every which way. If they can tame it maybe I can sleep carefully and have decent hair Saturday morning.

I’m absolutely dreading meeting all the relatives. I’m the black sheep so people will be eyeing me. An aunt called yesterday and wanted to know if the funeral was still happening. She didn’t know who I was. Why did she call mum’s number? People drain me. I don’t want to be on exhibit.