Yesterday Randall did his first funeral here.
It went well, as they always do.
What my Man does, he does well.
But, with all that was involved, we ended up losing two Mondays in a row. The "day off".
Not that I mind, really. Totally understandable, and sometimes it just has to go that way.
But I'm hoping we'll make up for it a bit today.
It was either today or Friday, and since Micah has Youth Group after school we gain an extra couple of hours today. So as far as I know, the last word was that we'd go to the city and do some farting around.
And a Happy Birthday to my Dad, yesterday. I remembered to phone, so that's a good thing.
I should get doing breakfast though. And my hair. Don't want to get low-sugar grouchy. Or scare the locals.