It's hard to resist the momentum that I had, driven by adrenalin, to keep going. But I guess I need some rest.
I just wish I could take my mind out of the "what if" mode, but something irreversible happened and I can't help..."what if...."
I did sleep a bit more last night, and that might be what my depleted body needs.
It's so tough to even visit the grave, which won't be settled until spring, for 5 minutes. And it's tough to write even one "thank you" card to a family member.
I didn't know what a "3 dog night" meant until I reviewed your earlier posts. I've heard it's a musical pop group.