Oh, and have I mentioned that...
August and September are historically AWFUL? I don't know why, and I find it hard to come up with a rational explanation, but this year certainly has reinforced it for me.
I KNOW my life is hardly a shitstorm by any stretch of the imagination, too, which only makes me feel bad about feeling BAD, which is ridiculous. But here's a list:
-In-laws visit for two-plus weeks. Love them, but very stressful.
-Beautiful wife stricken by plague of pneumonic sore throat that still hasn't cleared up.
-Beautiful wife also eaten alive by her job and facing Odysseian challenges at the same time as the said plague and in-laws.
-Beloved pet becomes sick, then sicker, then dies.
-Stupid computer becomes sick, then dies, then I bring it back and it's STILL sick. I think. Can't tell if it's hardware or software.
-Getting ready for family trip/"vacation" that I WANT to enjoy, but it's getting harder to see that part of it as all this other crap builds up.
-Oh, and non-specific anxiety hangs over me like a cloud. Could be my ADD meds. Could be stress. Could be some autonomic anniversary response to August/September.
There's lots of other trivial crap as well, and I can't get my mind off of it because I'm not wired well for prioritizing, and my skills tend to come apart when I'm under stress. Which I am. And again, there are SO many people with SO much more stress than me, so I feel strange even complaining about how 'orrible I feel. But I still feel rotten. Especially right now.
I can be happy and feel healthy again ANY DAY NOW. Seriously.