Yesterday was plain awful.

I had kind of a meltdown/breakthrough yesterday.

Side note - I used to work for an ophthalmic clinic where we had a patient known colloquially as "freak out/throw up man" because he used to (you guessed it) freak out and throw up while at the office.

The slash mark reminded me of that.

I decided that I thought I was angry, related to grief.  I'm not.  I'm sad about my father and Lola.

I'm angry about some bullshit at work.

This is nothing new, but I'm newly in touch with it.

And as my girl Martha would say, "That's a good thing."

Merry, merry.

ae