Right now I’m kind of reeling in a free-fall from being hit by back-to-back tragedies. The dreaded double-whammy. It’s hard to get a perspective on it, because it’s like it’s coming at you from all sides. There’s no point in going into the details, because it’s personal. And I’m not even sure it’s a good idea to write this much, because it will likely just elicit sympathy and advice — natural responses I suppose, but neither of which I particularly want.
Sometimes all you can do is sit there quietly and take your lumps, don’t make any sudden movements, and try not to make it worse. . . This life often isn’t easy for anybody. And sometimes there are no answers. No words. You just grind your way through it as best you can. . . Cats help a little.