I prefer wine to whine
I'm doing better--I have been since pretty much the day after I wrote the previous post. What set me off is still there, but I'm doing what I can about it, making fun of it, and trying not to worry about the rest. I'm a worrier by nature, though. I hate that.
Other than work, things are quiet--we've got a family reunion in Newark next weekend, which should be interesting--whether that means "fun" or "oh, god, oh god, we're all going to die" remains to be seen. (The latter a distinct possibility considering the "nice" hotel where we are staying has had 2 fires in the last 3 months. Kinda makes me want to bring my own smoke detector.) I've never met most of these people. It's a small part of my father-in-law's side of the family that lives in the States. (My in-laws live close by and we see each other frequently, it's the rest of the family.) I've been married to
atomic_pencil for 12 years, in his life for 15, so you can see it's a close-knit bunch.