I miss Kathryn, and I think about her DD and the dgrands often. As blessed said, whatever she needs is what I wish for her, but I have to say, we have a lot of mixed views here, and I think we are an unbelievably respectful and tolerant group. I wish I could remember who said this, but someone in public life once said something like -- "What happens in YOUR house is much more important that what happens in the White House." I think we all live our lives with that philosophy.
However... ... what happens in MY house is not much of anything. With this confession, I hope y'all will not kick me out of the village, but y'all, I am truly turning into a vampire. I mean, not literally, but those are the hours I keep. I should find some sort of night shift job. It IS embarrassing, and I was telling DS, and he said, in a spooky voice: "As night falls on Collinwood..."
Last night I watched TV till around 3:00 a.m., then read till about 4:00 a.m., then stayed in bed till 2:00 pm this afternoon!!!

I know... it's ridiculous.
OTOH, I just came across something on FB that talked about "Grief Paralysis," and apparently, it is not an unusual thing. I think it started with a quote from CS Lewis about the "laziness" of grief. Several of the posts talked about feeling this way after several months. So maybe it's just another thing I have to get through. I can do anything I HAVE to do, but as I told DS, no one is going to punish me if I don't vacuum the floors. So, the vacuum cleaner continues to sit here in the den... and the Christmas tree is still up.
The Christmas tree isn't entirely a laziness issue though. The multicolored lights and the sparkly ornaments continue to make me smile, and I did make myself a vow that I would leave it up as a sign of faith, a reminder that God IS with me, until I get a clean bill of health from the biopsy. Two weeks from today, the biopsy will be DONE. And maybe within another week, I will get a good report.
So today I've done a whole lot of NOTHING.
I talked to DS and did my walking while I talked to him on the phone.
DDIL called and asked when I would prefer DGD to go to our preacher's house and play with her grandson. They are big buddies, but he lives out of town, and he is ADHD, so I think the preacher loves to have DGD to help her keep him busy! She may go after school tomorrow, or she may go Saturday. I told ddil it made absolutely no difference to me, so ddil is going to ask DGD which she prefers. Today, DGD has her first gymnastic class, and she is sooo excited about that. (I OTOH desperately hope this does not develop into a gymnastic or cheerleader future. I just think there's too much emphasis on body image and too much peer pressure in those high school sports. Around here, anyway. I hope she stays involved in sports. Which also will be taking her time Monday, and ddil asked if I could take her to softball practice Monday, until DS and ddil get out of the chiropractor's office.)
I need to at least finish getting dressed... I do have on pants, LOL... but no bra yet, and I should go get the mail. (DDIL thinks I should have a mailbox again, but I don't want to deal with changing my address, and my goodness... if I didn't have to get out of the house for the newspaper, there's no telling how long it would take me to ever get dressed.
I sound just like your mom, blessed...