The sky is not falling.

Oh my. I’m processing again. And realizing. Oh. And almost losing it a little too.  But I allowed myself to leave work early because I wasn’t feeling so great, and went somewhere good for me, and then walked for awhile, and took care of some things that needed taking care of. And that does feel better than wallowing.

Got the flat tire on my car fixed. Victoria this weekend. Seems like good timing to me.