The funeral wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was nice to see my family again, even though it was under those circumstances. I was shocked at how old some of my family members have become. I guess I forget that I'm not in my first blush of youth anymore, myself.

It's made me think about what kind of service I want when I go. I know that if I don't leave instructions, my family will have a Christian service, and I don't want that. It would be hypocritical. I haven't been Christian since i was 18 years old. My parents know this, yet they tell themselves (and others!) that Witchcraft was 'just a phase', and that I'm over it now. If it makes them feel better, I'll let them believe it, but I will have a Wiccan service, just like I will have a Handfasting if I ever remarry.

I ended up taking a nap after my son got home. I told Xander he could get on the computer while I slept. He's young enough that all he wants is to go on nick.com and play the games, plus the computer is in my bedroom, so I figured he'd be fine. I slept through the cat jumping up on my altar and knocking down a candle holder. Luckily, it didn't break.

I never got to talk to my boyfriend today. I hope we'll get the chance tomorrow, even if it's just via text.

Xander had a perfect day at school today, his second in a row. Tomorrow, as a treat, we're supposed to go to Books-A-Million. I might splurge and buy a rice krispie treat for us to share. The chocolate covered kind. Mmmmmm. Damn, I should have eaten something today.