Boo-Grr.
So. Mourning has not been going as well as I would have liked. I have no plain black shirts. Oh sure, I have plenty of black shirts, they just all have images on them like Pink Floyd and The Beatles. Not that that's a bad thing or anything, just not ideal clothing for mourning. I did, however, make neat little tags that say, "How could you, J.K.?" I shall wear them until...the right time to stop, I guess. I wore one to the baseball game on Tuesday, and a woman asked about them. "Why?" she said. I replied, "Well, she made me kind of mad." "Cause he died?" I nodded. She smiled and went back to watching the game. I went back to reading Madame Bovary, which is a pretty good book.