Today's Outlook: Not Good. Tomorrow's Outlook: Well, Shoot.

This day is best described as a strong gust of wind that left me out of breath and barely standing.  I have a day like this about every two weeks and I'm fairly certain that it's life's way of balancing things out.  This allows the next thirteen days (give or take a few) to be calm and run smoothly.  So as I type this, I am lying in bed, completely exhausted and with one eye propped open with duct tape.  I keep remembering all the things I forgot to do because there was just so much not-on-my-list stuff that decided to make its way into today that twenty-four hours just wasn't enough.  But whether I'm ready or not (I am), this day is coming to an end so all that was forgotten can just remain in yesterday.  I won't even try to take you on a verbal tour of the day's happenings.  Let's just all be glad it's over.

Tomorrow: another funeral.  This is not exactly how Day 1 of Calmness usually starts out after a day like today, but here's hoping.  My favorite part of funerals (yes, I have a favorite part) is the reminiscing.  It's amazing to hear everybody's favorite stories of one person from all different aspects.  And  my favorite of all funerals (yes, I can have a favorite funeral, too) was my Uncle Marvin's.  The pastor admitted that he didn't know my uncle all too well, so he opened it up to 'the floor' to share favorite memories of him.  My uncle was a very hilarious man.  So it was only fitting that his friends and family members stood up one by one and told funny stories of him and things he did.  Imagine (unless you were there, in which case: remember) being in a funeral home where it is so very common to weep and there we all are, letting out our most hearty, deep-down belly laughs.  It didn't even feel wrong.  In fact, it felt great.  It felt like he was there laughing with us (and I know he was).  Ever since then, I have only wished at every funeral that has followed that we could have joy like that again instead of the constant sadness that typically lingers around funerals.  But I suppose that depends on who the funeral is for and whether they would appreciate laughter over tears.  For the record, I would appreciate laughter.