My father died on a long and particularly uneventful day. He probably passed early in the morning, but ████ and I hadn't noticed the change until later on. He wasn't snoring, as he usually did. I felt a force as cool and peristent as water sweep me into action. I stepped out onto the porch, and ███ followed soon after. I wonder, sometimes, if they have a skewed perspective on my personality. I saw the children playing happily on the playground, I saw the birds feed on pecans and acorns fallen from the lush trees, I watched as the clouds crawled peacefully across the deep blue sky, and I turned to ███, who was crying. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I said to them: "Isn't it a beautiful day?" I still haven't gone to the bathroom. I've needed to for about 3 hours, but you wouldn't believe how loud it is outside my door. Oh well. I should probably work up the courage to eat something, too, right? Oh well. Oh well. Oh well. Oh well. I'm in a social mood, but not in the mood to speak. That'll make communication a chore. Oh well