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Dave's out of town, and I had a series of bad dreams last night, though the actual drifting off to sleep was pleasant. My cat is missing. Usually he turns up, but it's been longer this time, and I'm fretting. Tonight is the viewing and tomorrow's the funeral for my grandfather - Ellie had the stomach flu on Saturday, but she seems over it now, so I'm planning to go and the kids are staying over at my friend A's house until I get back this evening. I don't know what to wear, either today or tomorrow. Tomorrow morning it will be dropping the kids off at playschool - I'm going to let them miss school; it makes logistics easier - and picking them up in the afternoon post-funeral and then hopefully going to karate, since we missed a lesson last week. I'm not bringing them with me to the funeral; I don't think either of them have the maturity right now to understand it/deal with it well.

I'm tired, and I'm not sure where I'll get the energy for all of this...but I'm also really grateful that Ellie's the only one to have the stomach flu so far, and that I'm most likely able to go be with my (extended) family. I'm also worried about Bhakti and not being home if he comes back - I think I'll leave some gooshy food out on the back porch for him. And grocery shopping needs to be done at some point, maybe this morning, while the kids are in school, either before or after shopping for something to wear, if I go that route.

This is boring, and I don't know why I'm writing it, other than just needing to get some of it down. I feel fretful, and like I'll do better once I'm on the road to Winter Haven.

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Bhakti died.