To The Funeral

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I received a text message from Josh about two hours ago, saying that Lindsey and Amy are driving to the funeral and asking if I'd like to join them. I said yes, left work early, and came to their house. Since Josh and Robin left in a hurry and before their laundry had been delivered, they gave me a list of things to bring them. I'll be leaving their apartment in Park Slope in forty-five minutes to get to the Vangoosa bus stop, where I'll meet Lindsey; the two of us will take the Vangoosa bus to Virginia, where we'll meet Amy and spend the night at her place in D.C. we'll all be up around 3:30/4am to get ready and drive to Cleveland at 5. The funeral is tomorrow morning, I believe. The three of us will be staying at Ali and Noam's house there-I went to high school with Ali; her husband is a doctor at Cleveland Medical Center.

Lindsey and I will be taking the bus from Cleveland back to New York on Saturday. I'm afraid of how much this is going to cost me, but I have to try not to think about it. The idea is that it'll be a lot cheaper than taking a plane...Lindsey hasn't told me how much the bus will cost, even though she bought the tickets and I keep asking her-that makes me think it's a lot.

I can't worry about it.

Other things I can't worry about, but that I am worried about:

-Not being able to work out
-Not being able to wash my face a lot
-Making my apple cider drink without looking crazy
-Getting my period at someone else's house and ruining her sheets

I just need to relax, watch my eating, and breathe.
Life is weird.