I mean, really. I have had several hair-trigger hormone-induced progressively worsening weeping spells this week. Not to mention my grandmother had gall bladder surgery today and my grandfather had an MRI to determine whether he’ll need surgery to fix his severe back pain. Not to mention that one of my high school friends has just been diagnosed with one of the most aggressive forms of lymphoma. Not to mention that my own dear university, less than a month ago, dropped the ball in the billing department and coerced me out of my life savings so their cash flow would remain intact. So what am I supposed to say when Beloved calls me in the evenings and asks how I’m doing? What face can I present that is not a tell-tale blotchy puffed-up shade of red? Why am I about to go to Bible study and risk a total meltdown when they ask for prayer requests?
And why am I so upset, when it’s other people’s worlds that are being overturned?
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Update: Three solid afternoons and most of one night knitting, plus attending two birthday parties, plus doing yoga while Beloved’s off watching the Superbowl can really improve my mood. Just so you know.
My heart is aching for you, dear Marie.
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