And, I imagine, not a whole lot of fun to be around.
I hate that about grief season.
You never know how it is going to hit you.
This year it has hit me with a bitch-slap of funk, and not the good kind either.
So this is me sitting in the corner and sulking by myself...only in a very public version of 'by myself.'
Took a drive.
Ate some chocolate.
Smiled at the babies.