Do the right thing no matter how you feel.

Feelings make unreliable schedulers. If the right thing waits for the right mood it waits a very long time during a difficult year, and the delay becomes a weight of its own.

So you pay back the twenty on the day you said you would, while resenting it. You send the message you promised, badly. You go to the funeral.

The bad mood is fully present throughout and changes nothing about what got done. Afterwards you find the mood mattered less to anyone else than you had assumed.