Crock pot funeral today at 0900, at the Dumpster east of the ramada by the office.
Eulogy has already been said, turning the air in the kitchen a lovely shade of blue. The tears were thanks to the onion.
I observed a moment of silence for the crockpot.
I’ve been trying to “check in” for my flight tomorrow, but the site is telling me that 9:20 a.m. tomorrow is more than 24 hours from now. I suspect Pat is involved in calibrating their space-time continuum.
Sorry for your loss.