Y2 D187

Slept on the couch last night. I was so tired I didn't want to move to the bedroom. I just gave up and stayed on the couch.

What was supposed to be a quick 2 1/2 hour trip turned into a 600 mile 8 hour day on the road. The kid and I left here around 8 to go to the halfway meeting place. About halfway there, I get a text from her step-dad. His fuel pump went out and X had the other car but of course she was off living her life. He was stranded with no way to meet us. He was very apologetic and I know he didn't do this on purpose. He offered to pay for my gas for the trouble. I ended up driving her all the way home. This wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the holiday traffic. On a road where I can normally do 80 without worry, I was doing 30 most of the way.

I didn't get home until after 4. I still had to figure out what I was going to wear today to the funeral. All of my suits that are appropriate are too big. The one downside of losing too much weight and not being able to afford to replace them. I finally settled on a black pinstripe suit. It's borderline for a funeral, but with a gray shirt and black tie, no one will notice. Hell, it's not like anyone is going to be paying any attention to me today.

Got all that situated and took a long bath. My tattoo was killing me from the hot water but I didn't care. The rest of my body needed to soak after being in the car for so long. By the time I sat down on the couch to eat something, it was 7:40. I had some ground turkey, watched the Simpsons and the next thing I know it's 6:30. That was my day yesterday.

Although, I am pretty sure it will top today. I leave in 2 hours for the funeral. Joy oh joy.