icky.

Blah. I'm mentally/physically/spiritually exhausted, driving back and forth from Pittsburgh is getting old, and this whole situation is shitty. I can't believe we're on day 6...

I am in desperate need of some kind of major rejuvenation, but based on how things have been over the past week or so, I don't see that happening soon. My body needs TLC, preferably in the form of my yoga mat and a shopping trip to Market District that will include tons of fresh fruit and veggies. A glass of wine may also be involved.

It's blatantly obvious that the death of a family member can take its toll. I remember it being so unbearably painful when Pappap died, but it was nothing like this. Maybe that's the difference a few years of maturing can do. Or perhaps the mind is kind enough to let us forget a little bit of the pain. Either way, it doesn't make what's happening any easier.