I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m either coming down with another cold or I’m allergic to beer. I sure hope it’s not the allergy bit because that would surely suck.

It was a somber week at work. One of our co-workers had a heart attack in the parking lot and was not doing that well.

Today was Megan’s funeral and I’ve heard it was planned out by Megan. The service was surprisingly quick with hardly a mention of her name. There were standard prayers that were over in half-an-hour and no speeches. Later we all met at a restaurant and had a bit of a wake. It was actually quite nice and full of old friends I hadn’t seen in years and I appreciate that she didn’t give us any chance to be sad. But all last night, as I was tossing and turning with a stomachache, I felt like I was going to see Megan in the afternoon and I knew that wasn’t the case. I knew none of us would be seeing her again. I wonder if that was making my stomach hurt.