I haven't been showing up here because I don't really know where to begin or what to say. How's that for a lead sentence? You can really tell I'm a Mass Comm major, huh? I'm sure it's obvious that I'm the daughter of a news anchor now...that opening really hooks you in and makes you want to read more, doesn't it?
Sorry. I keep waiting for the fog to lift and for my mood to improve, but so far I'm about the same - sad and irritable and, as a result, hard to live with or work with. (Feel sorry for PJ and my co-workers. Feel very sorry for them.)
I've been slowly working on some Christmas shopping, and I spent some time in the toy department today at Target. Wow! I wish I had about $500 to blow on games just for me, myself, and I. I love Yahtzee (Great Shakes! It's Yahtzee!) and Trivial Pursuit and Scrabble, and who knew they have about ten different versions of each of those now? Amazing. I have no idea why I was in the toy department. I didn't buy anything there. I went to Target for something completely unrelated to toys - but somehow ended up in the toy department for the majority of my lunch hour. Christmas magic, I guess.
I must say that this week has been a little better than last week, and hopefully the days and weeks will soon begin to get a little easier. I figure it would be hard to get much worse. Last week's life highlights include whacking my head on the corner of the fireplace mantel so hard that I thought surely my head was detached from my body and rolling through the house. Two days later I was suffering a resulting pain in the neck and shoulder area that felt like I had been involved in a wreck with a large truck, and then one day later I found myself in the floor of a friend's bathroom during a lovely dinner party. (No, I was not drunk. I apparently took one too many muscle relaxers before having a glass or two of wine.)
I have to work tomorrow because of graduation (damn over-achievers), but for the rest of the weekend I plan on busying myself with writing thank you notes on the absolutely beautiful sympathy acknowledgment cards that Amanda from PaperRamma designed and printed for me. I found Amanda on etsy (where I used to go for inspiration and ideas, but now go for comfort and distraction). She's currently designing our Christmas card. I've thought a tiny bit about the CCN and haven't really decided what to do about that. It seems the tradition should go on, but what ever shall I say? "Dear Friends: My mother died. Yep, it sucks. Love, Mandy." I'm guessing that might be a bit macabre. So I'm working on it.
In the words of our astute nephew, Jay Johnson, "We shall see..."