I don’t go in much for New Year’s Resolutions, but I said to Kelly a few days ago, and only half-jokingly: “I’m gonna make a pact with the invisible sky fairy. Nobody dies on us this year, and we’ll start working on being less morbid.”
Because there have been a lot of funerals for us, since 2005, and damn but I’m tired. Though as you may have noticed, I find cemeteries pretty.
Since then, I’ve got an e-mail that Grandma’s husband Bert’s doing not so well, and one of K’s cousins is in hospital with pneumonia. Maybe I’ll have to swing the other way and get myself a Morticia gown. And nine extra inches of height in the legs to pull it off.