wah wah wah

By the way, I know I'm wallowing in self-pity. I'm allowed. I have to be careful, though. A couple of weeks ago I mentioned to my sister on a Saturday night that I'd been a bit down lately, which she conveyed to my mom, which precipitated a call to me on a Sunday, etc. When I didn't answer immediately my mom left a series of frantic messages to my sisters, which in turn had both of them calling me… all in the two hours I was at Sunday brunch with friends and made a stop in TJ Maxx.

At least I feel safer about being found in a timely manner if eaten by large animals. What?