Hey, folks.
I'm having a kind of rough weekend. I don't need an intervention or anything -- not a danger to myself or anyone else.
I'm just tired, and weepy, and scared. And part of letting go of that bit of "cultural masculinity" is admitting when you're not at 110%, right? Not having to be ok all the time?
I don't need anything from any of you, except that you keep on being my friends on the other side of the glowing box. My lovely friends who have seen me through so much.
So I am going to catch up on the backscroll in Natter, and just surround myself with your comforting voices and words. And like as not, I'll feel better after a few hours, or in the morning, or sometime soon.
But right now, I am not ok, so I am going to seek comfort in the words of my friends.
Love to you, Karl. I'm sorry you're having a rough time of it right now. It is absolutely OK not to be OK for a while.
Lots of stuff is pretty miserable, Karl. It's totally understandable.
Karl, "need" or not, the love is freely flowing around here. (And if you need it, that's totally fine too.)
We are here, Karl. Happy to talk at you, and happy to listen if you want to talk. I'm sorry you're having a rough time. But I'm glad you know it's OK to say you're not OK.
To do list for tomorrow:
- set up bill pay for Sept
- update budget
- list some things on ebay
- hang up clothes in room
- make list of home repairs that need to get done
- lunch with parents
- sweep & mop
- mail off very late cards - got 2 of three ready, need address for the 3rd.
- pack up 2 boxes I have to mail ready to mail - 1 packed
- wash the slipcovers
I am going to bed now. just drained.