I was at lunch yesterday sitting in my car when the mortuary called to say Luke’s ashes were ready. I had to get it together before I went back in to work.
Today Wyatt and I went to pick up Luke’s ashes. So surreal.
It’s supposed to snow tonight. I don’t want to worry about driving in the snow or shoveling out my car. This depresses me. I’m sick of crying over everything.
There is also a crazy mountain lion running through the neighborhood at night trying to get into peoples houses to get to their pets. This is the last thing I want to worry about when coming and going from my house.