I'm back in Vermont now. I thought I'd hit the ground running and pick up where I started. I forgot that travel is tiring and that there's jet lag. I also failed to take into consideration that I was under-slept (if anyone knows how to explain time zones to a dog I could use a pointer on that as Fay likes her breakfast at 6AM eastern time, 3 pacific time) and had spent the last month doing pretty difficult and draining work.
In other words, "Oh yeah, I'm tired. Oh yeah, I'm grieving. I forgot." Sort of.
One thing my dad taught me was that you can learn some pretty fascinating things from pretty much any situation you're in. This month has been EXTREMELY educational.
My dad's death has been the first major loss of my life. I know - I've been incredibly lucky. Now I'm finding out what grieving is - and isn't. For example, it's not just crying or crying all the time. There's also "numb" and "oblivious," "fatigued" and plain old "sad."
You all probably already know this and don't need to be told.
I have a lot of blogging to catch up on. Hopefully I'll manage it in the next couple of days.