happy and glum

I had a wonderful, hour-long conversation with my best buddy Mike and his family, including a ticklish exchange with my goddaughter, who loves her booger mug.

I then called up my aunt in Texas to see how she was dealing with the death of Uncle Ed, and barely four sentences into the conversation, was told, "Thanks for calling. Take care." She sounds out of it, distracted, which is perfectly understandable. She mentioned that her friends were there with her. Things are a mess; I regret not being there. My parents flew down to Texas on Saturday. They were at the house and already asleep at 9pm, according to my aunt. The funeral's Tuesday. Goodbye, Uncle Ed.

Yeah... I think I'm going to have a quiet New Year's this evening.


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