This morning, probably b/c of having to return home to "the problem" that is my M, I was pretty down. The intensity of the emotions and feelings of loss, anger, resentment, abandonement was surprising.
I have picked myself up, but still feel a bit shaky. Have to keep telling myself to quit wondering "Why" and How".
Just a tough morning that seems to have traces lingering this afternoon. All perfectly understandable
I am going to take S to baseball practice, then hit the gym during his practice.
Me, too in about 30 minutes. Always good for what ails ya!
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
