Wore myself thin today, and not enough sleep last night. My hope is to get better rest tonight for tomorrow’s marathon day.
The viewing is in the afternoon and our friends are meeting at a local restaurant/pub afterwards for a sort of wake. I’m nauseous every time I think about the viewing, and nervous about the setting of the wake. I know I won’t drink, but it’s almost like I won’t know what to do with myself. And everyone else will be drinking, probably heavily.
Maybe I’ll order a virgin Bloody Mary – love those, especially with olives. Although the nausea might keep me from anything other than ginger ale.
Somehow, in spite of this, I also need to get about 10 hrs of work in.
Lots of thoughts swirling in the back of my head, but no time to type them out. Bed is calling.