The Darkness

This morning one of my friends died.  He has been sick a long time, but it still sucks.
I had done a pretty shit job of keeping in touch, as never got along with his wife, so can't really justify worrying about getting myself up north for a funeral.  I will just have to feel bad about it all by myself.
He was a great dude, I probably owe him my chemistry degree.  If not for him I would have need a work ethic in order to get it.


Otherwise, for the general journal aspect of this thing.  Yesterday I visited my grandmother and had the same conversation with her several times over, carefully not telling her when she was forgetting and repeating as she was getting angry enough at her self when she noticed.  Dementia... I have to make sure I die of something else first.
The walk there and back and a couple of hours talking to her took everything I had out of me.
I need more spoons.  (If that makes no sense, google spoon theory, the wikipedia on it isn't terrible.)
I got home, had dinner and zoned out.

This morning I was watching Dr Who on TVNZ on demand and pottering about getting ready for my plans when I got the bad news about my friend from chemistry.  I am not naming him as I know his wife doesn't want it mentioned on social media yet, so I guess she doesn't want it turning up in google alerts either.
Then I went for lunch with Greer and her newest spawn.  Finally meeting it, over six weeks after it entered the world.  We got Japanese while the spawn slept through pretty much everything.
Then I wandered along to the tent village for O week and was reminded how freaking old I am.  And killed enough time that it was safe to walk home without any risk of bumping into Shitlord near his work as he'd either already be at work or not passing the area.
Yes, I still try to avoid time and place combination where I might see him.  Because I am winning at being an adult......