All within my teeny-tiny parish, all taken care of by my priest (whose health I worry about during ‘normal’ times). I was looking in my closet; I do not own enough black clothes for three seperate outfits.
It’s rough. I’m taking a day off of work for the last one, but my family back in California still hasn’t scheduled my grandfather’s funeral so this means when they get around to it, I’ll have less time with them.
My back is killing me.
I’m also dealing with a personal situation that’s getting out of hand, and I’m having trouble finding the strength.