Shiva call tonight. Brian O'Reilly's mother. After the service, around the dessert table, the subject gets around to the election, of course. Marge Grayson tells me that she went to the Cheese Shop for lunch on Wednesday and it was like a shiva call.
Conversation with Bill at Carla's 50th birthday party. Walk with Lori on Saturday. Liza on the phone. Brunch with Mom and Dad. Wherever you go, whomever you talk to, it's just completely assumed: we're in mourning. Lori even described it as like after 9/11, but I think that's going it a bit. However, I did have an awful 9/11 kind of dream last night, in which our whole family was caught in a building that was blown to smithereens. Nuclear blast too. Only two of us got out. I woke up and felt like there was a hole in my heart that could have been made by the trunk of an oak. That sickness didn't go away, even after I realized it was a dream.