Beverly, it helps a lot to know I'm not the only one this happens to. I mean, I KNOW I'm not, but hearing it helps. I've lost months to staring at the Web all the time whenever I wasn't working or sleeping. Maybe it's an addiction; I think it's more like a convenient place to hide.
Thanks, guys.
Also, I did the thing! Finally. Two weeks late. Everything I needed was right there in my desk, why didn't I just do it? I dunno. I'm using all the coping mechanisms and strategies I can find, and I'm not fucking up too many things anymore, but I feel like I'm fighting my own brain all the time. My brain doesn't want to do anything at all, and I don't know why.
The DH found a dog with a collar but no tags, and we are putting up flyers and posting to lists to see if we can find his people.
I, however, think I have some leftover trauma issues from losing Sassafras because I am in tears and would like to throw up. We need to get my daughter to go out for her birthday, and the DH's uncle and cousin are coming in tonight for a week long visit.
Oh Sparky. I totally get that.
Completely understandable, Sparky.
Timelies all!
Hugs if you want them, Sparky.
Aw, Sparky, that's rough. I'm sorry.
Oh, Sparky, I totally understand, and I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, Sparky, I totally understand. Hope you locate the dog's people soon.
I'm sorry, Sparky. But I'm glad the stray dog found good people to help him out.
Steph, I'm glad you were able to get some sleep without it messing up the rest of your day too badly.
Today got into the 90s, with high humidity and lots of sun. There are about three more months of that in my future, and I walk a mile every day, from the parking lot to the office and back. So, does anyone have any suggestions on where I could order a parasol that blocks uv rays, please? I like my walk--it goes through a lovely garden for about 1/4 of it, and the university campus is rather pretty. But the orb is sapping my enjoyment, my vital fluids, and (by mid-July at the latest) my will to move.
Zen, I hear you and have been there and am glad to have come out of it for now. FTR, I think it is depression, if not the worst kind people have.
Oh, Sparky, that must be hard.
I showered and went to Trader Joe's, but not the movie. That's enough of a day, I guess.