Here I am, back at work. It's hard answering questions like, "How was your vacation?" People get confused when you try to smile and say, "It was okay," while willing the tears not to well up in your eyes. The tears really throw them off. But short answers keep most people from asking anything more probing, so there's that.
I will say it's definitely better to be at work surrounded by people than at home alone. Luckily Monday was the only day that happened. Hubs had Tuesday off and we got out of the house for some shopping, and my friend B was off yesterday so the two of us did some more shopping. Retail therapy is a wonderful thing. Of course I don't actually feel any better, but at least I can be miserable in a brand-new sweater today (yes, it is still sweater weather here. Endless Bummer, we're calling it). And heck, today may be my Monday, but the weekend is right around the corner. Check me out, all looking at the bright side and stuff.
So yep. I'm doing okay. I'm here. I've been trying to keep from torturing myself by thinking back on sad things, and am not ready to figure out what comes next yet. So for now I'm just here. And I guess that's okay.