One year ago Sunday my mother died. I lit the candle before bed, had the feeling I'd be calling in sick Monday. I did. Thought it would be just a Mental Health Day, but no, it was a Sick Day after all. Just slept and slept. I'd had fried fish for dinner and ended up watching TV in the bathroom. And now, it's time for bed again. Gotta work tomorrow. No more Mental Health Days for awhile...
