I have a nagging feeling that there is a third person to whom i want to send condolences. I dug the cards out last night, but i can't recall the third. THERE, flashes the memory. It's someone whose husband died unexpectedly about the same time Christine's mother died.
I'm just catching up, i think, from the winter with its additional blues this year. All the "ticklers" and "to dos" are in order now. There is a deep pile of physical paper and a backlog of email, but I'm nibbling at it. And if i did the procrastination-causing task, a nice chunk of emails would be covered.
I guess it's time to do that task. What foot dragging!