Actually, the good thing is that now I am so furious that I am no longer down! Maybe my funk needed a strong emotion, even a negative one, to melt. So that is a positive coming out of a negative...
I am pounding the keyboard as one possessed... but it actually keeps me from calling my H and tell him not to bother to come back, so there goes another positive.
Sorry if the brunt of it falls on you, dear...
"You don't throw a whole life away just 'cause it's banged up a little"
Tom Smith in "Seabiscuit"
