I'm finding it difficult to do even the simplest things today. I either drop what I pick up, lose what I've had in my hand or bungle whatever my hands find to do--not my best day. I'm blaming the barometric pressure but I really think that it's because today makes three months since my sister's death. I'm accepting it as "just a bad day" and tomorrow will be better. It will be good to see my church friends tonight.