I came to work today feeling the psychlogical weight of all the work I had to do. I had a list (overly ambitious) of a few that I wanted ot knock off over the weekend. I figured that a weekend at my mom’s house would have enough down time. If not that, then the holiday would give me the room I needed. But it didn’t. I was tired the whole weekend. The funeral for Donald was quiet and quick. But it was draining just the same. The emotional energy it takes being around my mother, circumstance notwithstanding, is always tiring. Then there was the drive home, dropping off the sister,…