I had all this mail waiting for me when I got home about my dad and insurance and so on. Can anyone tell me to whom the quote is ascribed about insurance being a long-odds bet that you hope the house wins? I guess I am glad my dad at least took care of that before he died. The rest of his affairs are a mess that will require much to detangle.
I need to grow up, but this is not the way I wanted to do it.
Since a lot of my CDs are now ripped to mp3, I enjoy taking a CD playlist and reversing the order of tracks when I listen to it. It plays havok with my internal phonograph.
So tired. I felt like I needed to say something, though. After a week of being surrounded by Becca, her family, and their friends, I am at last alone and it's not as great as I remembered it once being.
