Back To Life; Back To Reality...

Monday at work: got through the day, a little dopey but okay.  Spent the night in a fever and running to and fro to the toilet.  Phoned in sick and hid under the bedclothes for most of Tuesday.  Back to work Wednesday.

And then there's tomorrow.  The funeral.

There have been moments of selfish blackness when I feel overwhelmed with anger at the universe at the taking of my best friend.  Is this some big cosmic joke?  Because if so, I'm not laughing.  Then the tears come.  Where do I go from here?  What is the next thing to go wrong?