That thousand yard stare

It’s too bad things are so atrocious at work right now.  I can’t talk about it for obvious reasons, but the sphincter readings are rising – explosively.

Missed a party on Saturday night because I was curled up in a fetal ball, and Just Barely dragged myself through the church service on Sunday.  Saying goodbye to Rev Katie just about finished me; I cried on and off for the whole service although I thankfully did not while reciting my portion of the ritual of farewell. 

Life sucks.  If it wasn’t for Jeff being such a congenial fellow I’d be melting down right now.