Stable...

My weight...that is.  Mentally...who knows?

I'm trying to be careful, but I'm finding that I'm very hungry.  I'm not sure if I'm stress eating or if I'm really hungry, but I think it's a mixture of both, but more on the really hungry side.

I leave for Charlotte on Thursday for my annual pilgrimage.  I'm really looking forward to it. I need a break.  Plus I really miss my friend.

Speaking of friends, I found out that someone who is very close to me has been lying to me for a very long time.  It really hurts.

Work is holding steady.

We finally moved my Mom to her permanent spot last week.  We had purchased spaces in a mausoleum about a year before Mom died, so the spaces weren't ready when she passed.  Therefore, she's been in a temporary space for just under two years.  The cemetery finally got the certificate of occupancy from the county for the new mausoleum (if you can believe that) so we were finally able to move her.  Her stone was done about 4 months ago, so she's been in one spot and her stone in another.  It's been very strange.  It helps to have her in her final space, although I must admit temporary spot was nicer (covered area, quite, and always a nice breeze).  Her new spot has no cover, no bench, and faces a street before the rest of the cemetery & lake. On the other hand, does it really matter?  We're having the unveiling on Nov. 23. Lots of drama with my Dad about that.  I'm glad the decisions are made and we're almost done.  Almost 2 years after Mom's death is just TOO DAMN LONG to finish the rituals.  Rituals seems like an odd word, but it's stranger to me how important rituals have become to me in dealing with Mom's death. I just want this over with already.

So, I'm stable, huh?