The right to be pissy

I now believe I have the right to be pissy, depressed and exhausted. This is a good thing because I no longer feel I have to compare my life with the lives of people who have suffered earthquakes and plague. Acute suffering is acute suffering, no matter the source. And suffering for the sake of a loved one is often worse than the suffering self.

I don't feel like doing anything, and maybe I won't (except for the bare minimum, and that won't be until later).

In fact, after I eat my soup, I am going to lie down on the couch.

Do you know it takes two hours to drop my daughter off for treatment and then come home? That's four hours per day in traffic.

Why come back home? Because I am not hanging (and cannot hang) at the hospital from eight in the morning until two-thirty in the afternoon.

Do you have any idea what the traffic is like in this area? No wonder there's road rage.

If I had the energy, I would have it too.