Lent--Days Twenty-Four through Twenty-Six

Blargh. It was a bad end of the week, and I was just Not In The Mood. For, basically, anything. It's odd, because most days I can at least feign interest in the things I know I'm supposed to be interested in, and then all of a sudden--and it doesn't even have to be an unusually bad day--it feels like I reach my limit and I could just scream with frustration. Instead, I end up just crying and crying and crying. I actually think it helps to get it all out that way, and I just let myself do it, as I know it will blow over eventually, but I had to slog my way through it at the end of last week, which meant I was very disinterested in the whole "Find Something Happy" thing. "Whatever," was basically my attitude toward that.

But I had more ice cream for dinner on Day 24, which was a very good thing. And I spent the night socializing, which I think was very good for me, and I enjoyed myself, so I'm glad I went out.

And then, on Day 25, I went home, which I find I need to do when I hit one of those depressive jags. My mother took one look at me and said that she thought I needed to take next week off and just stay in Rhode Island with them, and of course I can't do that but there is something fortifying in being told that you can fall apart if you need to. It somehow helps me figure out how to hold things together for a little while longer. I'm very glad I went home, I felt much, much better today, Day 26.

And then it took me three hours to drive the 40-odd miles that separate my house from my parents' house. Ugh. It was miserable. I depise rain with an unhealthy hatred. I think I despise rain the way most people despise snow. So I finally walked through my door and had CHAMPAGNE. Is there nothing that champagne doesn't fix? Because I think not.