Next week, I’ll probably write about my grandpa. I’ll probably write about the Coronavirus and how it affected his funeral, but the wake starts in a couple of hours and everything else has yet to happen.
Right now I’m sitting in my bedroom in my clothing for the wake, waiting to take the boys home so that I can go to my mother’s house. I am hoping the sun comes out because it will be difficult to regulate how many people are in the room at one time, and I would rather be outside. I hate wakes.
That’s all for right now.