My uncle died on Easter Sunday, and I had to put one of my dogs down yesterday. All I want to do is eat, binge watch Netflix, and sleep.

My uncle died of kidney failure, and because of social distancing only 7 people were allowed to go to the funeral. Most of us watched it via live-streaming. They plan on having a memorial service once the pandemic is over.

My dog was 14, and we'd had him almost his entire life. As a backstory, when the movie Ice Age came out I fell in love with the character Diego (the sabre-toothed tiger). I'd told my boys the next time we got a dog I wanted to name him after him. Fast forward about 4 years, and my ex offered us a puppy. Someone had thrown it away at a construction site and he'd followed my ex husband around all day. He took him to his house first, and his son there named him Diego, but then they decided they wanted to give him to us. When I learned what his name was I said yes. I took it as a sign, and I never regretted taking him in. Is it bad I and my sons are more broke up about the dog?

I plucked mulberries off my tree and made cobbler--that was gone in 2 days (not all by me, I have my 2 sons in the house). Last night I found a bag of opened chocolate chips in the freezer, ate what was left. This morning I got more mulberries and made pancakes. Those went pretty fast, too. When I'm depressed I want to eat sweet foods (when I'm bored I tend to want either salty or sweet...or salty-sweet!). Last time I went shopping I got popcorn, thinking at least that was a low calorie snack--then when I got home I sprinkled sugar on the first bag I opened -.-

I don't know what to do with myself.