Holy snot, people!
I mean it, literally... Ho-leee snot!
Just yesterday, I was talking to Genevra about how I'd been numb for the past few days. She'd commented back that sometimes being numb is the biggest blessing, that our spirits are able to utilize that numb factor to protect us until we are at a place where we can start to process what is going on.
People, I am having a processing day. It's not 7:00 AM and I've gone through five Kleenexes. (That's five WHOLE Kleenexes. Not halves. Wholes.)
What's wrong, and/or what's making me cry? I don't know. Nothing. Everything. ... So much for actual "processing", I guess, since I can't put a finger on what started the water works. (Oh, well. The crying got my energy moving around again, and I have to think that's a plus.)
The good news is that it's not a work day - and I have two boxes of Kleenex in the hall closet if I go through an entire box this morning.
Sheesh!
