The girls did the grocery shopping. D20 cooked another great dinner.
I relaxed some more. Got a little more done for the paper. Did some laundry.
I've felt weepy all day.
Honestly, I think it's been some post-traumatic stress.
Things have calmed down a bit in the past 48 hours, and, in the quiet, I'm feeling all kinds of stress that I was forced to push aside all month.
Still feeling really sad about Smokey. Not sure where it's coming from? I guess all the change in such a short time...It's just scary and I feel pretty alone in this new life. I know the girls are counting on me to make it work.
And, with all the surprises and stress recently, it's felt a bit like BD. Maybe some memories of that time of shattering when everything went all topsy-turvy? I do feel a bit of a nervous twitch thinking about the next bomb that will drop.
I'm cool with some nice and easy living for the next 20 to 30 years or so.
Whatever is going on inside of me...I'm recognizing that it's not a bad thing and I'm trying to take good care of ME. I'm going with it and trying to avoid fighting it.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
