Back from Phoebe's funeral. Have been for a few days, and spent them mostly curled up on the couch with Spike when not patrolling or working. Just really sad, since she's gone. Doesn't seem right, somehow, that she could be taken so easily. I mean, she's one of the most powerful witches, like, EVER, and now she's not. I just don't get it. Well, I get that she's gone, sure. Just not the how's or the why's. She was so young, too. Only a few years older than me, at 28. This whole "hot chicks with superpowers and a destiny" thing is way overrated.
Cole was there, with I think his son. Piper said she wasn't sure if he'd be going. He looked pretty bad. Didn't really talk to him about it, but I did send some flowers, too. Spent the day with her and her sisters (one of which is back from the dead, and not UNDEAD, and I don't need to tell you just how confusing THAT whole thing is, do I?), and Piper made me feel so welcome. I need to send her a thank you card for her hospitality.
Okay. I think I'm gonna grab Spike and make a quick sweep, then come back home and just snuggle. Just because the man I love is of the undead doesn't mean anything. Being with him over the last few days has made me feel better. Well, him and Mr. Gordo, too.