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Going to a funeral isn't the best way to start off a day. Actually, come to think of it, we didn't quite start the day with a funeral. We had tea and I gave the Sparrowhawk his normal breakfast before we got dressed up and headed off to the church. And while we were doing this, we saw an IMMENSE raccoon skulking through the neighbor's yard, climbing up onto their fence and walking the fence like a path made just for him, between our yards until he disappeared into the trees. I hope this creature was healthy and not rabid, because he was the size of a Volkswagen. Well, okay, I'm exaggerating, but he might have been the size of a small pit bull. Then after that we went to the funeral. It doesn't become me to critique another person's funeral, but let me just say that three out of the four songs we sang were on my no-fly list of SONGS NEVER TO SING AT MY FUNERAL OR ELSE. Funerals are hard, and the Sparrowhawk and I both lost it a little bit right at the end. We were somewhat consoled by sitting with good friends at the luncheon, but we were more than ready to go home very soon. And we have not been up to much the rest of this day. The Sparrowhawk has not been on an upward curve as we had hoped. Now, with evening, some blue sky is showing, and I wish with all my heart that I felt like going outside. But I don't. We are going to take to our bed early and do a MacGyver marathon. The only subject for discussion is which snacks to bring upstairs with us.