Done yesterday

( to.done 20090303 )

I wasn't as physically wiped out last night as I was the night before, but perhaps emotionally more so. I may not be falling apart the way I did in January, but I seem to be coping by letting everything fall by the wayside except Colleen, The River, and occasionally music. That includes paying bills, work, cleaning the house, and taxes.

Colleen is not recovering as fast as we had hoped; pretty much all my emotional energy, whatever the heck that really means, is going into keeping both of our spirits up. Or at least keeping our heads above water.

Colleen: probably not at Consonance

Colleen was still unable to walk as of this morning, and her guts still aren't functional. It's beginning to look as though she'll be lucky if she gets to even one day of Consonance.

At this point she is, as she put it, sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm stressed, and going into the con already sleep-deprived. Or was that depraved?

... and I have to spend yet another con without my Cat. Not a happy Bear.

Good thoughts, folks! We can use 'em.

Quote of the day

Y.D.: Nobody loves me... Oh. Wait...

me: *laughs out loud*

 

(In case anyone missed the memo, the Younger Daughter has a (long-distance) boyfriend these days.