Yesterday I felt like I didn't want to be around anyone.
Today I have to be, since I'm at work.
Life goes on.
My brain still hurts from crying, as do my eyes.
But things are better.
I've been grieving for 6 months so it's no wonder this process is taking less time than I expected.
The grief is still there, but life goes on.
Being the frugal wench that I am, my version of therapy shopping is at Goodwill.
My eyes might hurt since I read an entire book yesterday, which I bought at Goodwill.
The book was The Wedding Day - Kind of a British version of a romance novel.
The moral was to marry who is right for you, not choose according to some rules.
I thought that was a good moral.
I also hacked away at some of my kitchen floor. Destroy. Destroy.
Managed to hit an outlet with a metal thing.
Sparks flew. The outlet died. I didn't.
Resetting the breaker didn't work.
Luckily I have a 'husband' in my friend M, who I can call to ask what to do.
I tried to cancel my training for today.
My trainer is a loudmouth opinionated New Jersey-ite.
We get along well, but I didn't want to hear his shit about my life.
He made me come in.
He made me cry.
But I also go stretched, so it kinda made up for it.
I washed my climbing ropes yesterday.
Dried them outside.
I didn't write about my climbing.
Or show you my bruised legs.
I'm going to go lie on the floor to ease my full head.
Then I'll get up and life will go on.