This week has been better than the last three...thankfully. My head and heart were in such a bad place and I felt unable to emerge from the muck that I was swimming in --- probably like the poor birds and other animals feel in that horrible oil mess, thanks to BP (BP = Big Phuck-up). I think part of my problem was a roaring case of PMS, compounded by...I don't know what. In any case, I was miserable and cried nearly every day. I feel better now.