The woman who died, the man left behind, and the women he remarries.

I felt better today than I have in a long while. I've been so exhausted since my father died. I had forgotten how physically tiring dealing with death can be. It also doesn't help that I'm away from all my close friends and family. SmallTown in America can be a very lonely place, and the present circumstances only highlight this isolation.

What really helped was to return to some routine both socially and professionally. My progress on the monkey is getting better and HippieHusband and I went to play games at MrEnthusiam's house. We talked about the insanity that defines our families. And for whatever reason, knowing that the dysfunctional family was common theme across culture and country, made me feel better.

We spent the early part of the long conversation about family competing as to whose family was crazier.

I think it was telling that the four of us started off the evening saying just how insane our family is.