Back from the funeral

I always find my family's funerals to be more than a little awkward. I mean, I've gotten used to not remembering the names of some of the relatives I only ever see at these things, and I'm generally pretty good at winging it. The only thing that really bothers me is the service, but it's one of those things where I just feel awkward about the fact that I don't feel awkward about it.

Generally, though, I forget about the awkwardness by the time we've finished the traditional lunch at a local Italian restaurant afterwards.

Now that I've changed out of what I wore to the funeral, I'm gonna go run some errands.