So last night I tipped over into The Sads. Does that ever happen to you? That you can see it coming all day, but there are no turns off the road, and you can’t find the brakes, and then the next thing you know, you’ve checked into your regular room at the Black Lodge, and you don’t know whether you’ve prepaid for a night or a season?

Gluh.

I put myself to bed early. TV was too loud, and one more mention of guns was going to make me scream. I took a bunch of tissues with me, expecting to cry myself to sleep, but I took care of that by not sleeping much. Which seriously doesn’t help matters.

Part of it is a writing crisis that I go through regularly, and it is a giant stupid ridiculous pain. I know it is a giant stupid ridiculous pain, but it arrives on a regular schedule anyhow. Part of it is a bit of holiday stress – totally self-perpetuating, in that I am wigging about the packages I need to send but keep not sending them. So THAT’s smart. Part of it is missing folks no longer bodily here. Part of it is that I have been in Listening/Cheerleader mode for too long without a break, and that makes me feel tired and selfish – then annoyed with my selfishness.

So I’ll go give blood today, which is a thing I can do that is Helpful. I’ll stay away from all the shouters on Facebook and every single news site I ever read.

Maybe the day will get brighter.