After Larry leaving, the wreck, the long trip to Dallas/Houston/home, I'm just here for a bit. Writing.
It's a thing.
This is a place for not-so-terribly deep thoughts, pictures, and life meanderings to share with my family and friends.
And I really can't give details, although I want to, and I can't scream and holler, although I want to.
Suffice it to say, it's work-related. I don't think I'm in the wrong. My feelings are hurt and my confidence is shaken.
I hate feeling like I'm not good enough.
In fact, it makes me blind with rage.
Today was a little better.
Tonight's been okay.
With dog fights, waiting for Larry's work visa, trying to juggle work, organizing things, cleaning, cutting down to 5 cups of coffee a day and...
God, there's a lot.
I swing from tears to laughter and back.
Lorna's got my hysterical back, though, and Michelle is a constant source of support. Chil and Jen are right there. Mother and Kristi text and make me smile. Danielle sends me pictures of Boo. And my daddy knows when to call and what to say.
I'm going to be fine. I really am. I just may need more hugs than normal for a month or two.