Feeling really wound up and can't sleep. I'm not at all ready to go to Uncle Mike's funeral tomorrow. Life and death have been dancing a little too closely lately and I'm just feeling very sensitive to all this loss. I wish there was more time... I wish there weren't such stupid things keeping so many of us apart... I wish things were a little more like they used to be. I guess this is what it feels like to grow up and start growing old. And I guess it's about time.