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Betty Dudley would have been 60 years old today.  In honor of her, I am spending the day eating leftover t-day food, watching tv and napping as the mood hits me.  Esp. when she was still working, she loved days like this.  Except for the tears that come and go, I'm mostly enjoying it too.

In less than an hour it will be exactly 1 month since Betty died.  Feeling weepy and tired, even though I had a decent amount of sleep last night.  We started going through her stuff yesterday and making decisions on what goes where.  I'm putting out her books, dvds and cds for people to take when we have her party - which I haven't set a date for yet.  Just another closing type of thing to be done. 

I went to bed around 2 am and then I woke up suddenly at 6 am.  I layed in bed for 2 hours, but never manged to fall back asleep.  Lots on my mind from the changes coming down in the next few weeks with my job to Betty.  After a bad evening of headaches and a pain under her eye, she is kinda of loopy this morning.  Says she feels "fine", but I know something's going on.  She has an appointment with her onocologist on Thursday, but if she's not better, I'll have to get her in tomorrow to see someone.  I don't think I can leave her home alone like this.