Tomorrow morning, I’m going to get up and go to the airport, and get on a plane to Iowa. My uncle passed away. I’m going to the funeral. It’s weird, and it doesn’t seem real.
I’m just sitting here in my room, and it feels like any other Thursday night. I’m only going to be there for a couple of days, and I’ve literally squeezed all the stuff I need into my large purse.
I may not post for a couple of days. Wish me luck.