That's how I feel about Monday.
I'm writing this post at about 5:30 am on Tuesday because I fell asleep about 9:00 from a terrible headache.
I don't feel like writing much about Monday because it was not a good day.
The funeral was, well, a funeral. There were a lot of lovely things said about Uncle Ed but it was still a funeral.
It was pouring rain most of the day.
And the housing situation in NYC is a disaster. They can't find a place that doesn't need a guarantor so it looks like we'll probably end up in Brooklyn. With a stranger for an added roommate. Oy.
Okay, back to sleep now because my head is still pounding.