Just journaling--

today is fine. No problems, really.

Except I'm thinking: why am I expected to just keep plugging along like everything is normal and fine?

If I were a widow, I would get a pass on all sorts of expectations of normal, happy behavior.

Being just a pathetic old LBS, I gotta keep my chin up, act like my pride is intact, and keep going through the days.

Bleh.

Gotta move this thread over to Surviving the Big D. Hang out with my buddy Gardener.

Maybe I can figure out how to do that tonight.

Sigh.