This has not been very good week. It may not have been any worse than any other week in reality, but it feels like it has been, and that's what matters.
I go to the Florida house this Friday after months of not being there. I have to get it together before the Florida friends sense something's not right with me. Most of them are having their own horrific problems, so they probably will not notice mine. It's easy to hide them in plain sight.
I continue to be alone in a crowd. People look at me, but they don't really see me. I won't let them.