As I stood glassy-eyed with a plastic smile plastered on my face at work yesterday, a coworker came up to me and commented on my odd expression.  She asked if I was okay and I told her that the only way I could describe my week in a nutshell was that it felt like falling down the stairs.  It all started with the time change, followed only hours later by my grandfather's death.  Add in some of the worst sleep I've ever gotten in my life-- complete with insufficient hours and unceasing horrific nightmares-- and what do you get?  That's right!  Glassy-eyed Plastic Smile!  How did you guess?  
    So I haven't posted much because I like to be funny or at least entertaining on here, but I'm using everything I've got in that department on my family right now.  Thank the Lord that's how both sides of my family cope with grief:  laughter can be just as cathartic as tears, and it doesn't give you a headache!
    When I can focus enough to tell some stories, I will.  Right now I have the feeling I have a couple more flights of stairs to fall down before I can even bother trying to get my head on straight.  Wish me luck...

CL