Oh, you are all so lovely, taking my whole Post Show Depression thing so seriously. Truly touched. Feeling a bit sheepish, like it really shouldn't be that big of a deal, but maybe you're right. Maybe I do need to be a bit kinder to myself.
Except that I have 80 bajillion things to do to get ready for Vacation Bible School on Monday (which, you know, I'm in charge of. As always) and when I'm not doing that I'm trying to entertain my grandfather who is visiting from Florida ("I thought you said you wouldn't be too busy this week and it was a good time to visit?") and tonight we watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and for some reason I had no idea there was this "looking back/present day" element to it that was all centered around Katrina's imminent arrival, and I had no idea that it would be so difficult to watch (even though I myself evacuated, and Lord knows I've watched and read and heard first hand a gazillion REAL Katrina stories) and all I really wanted to do was weep.
But perhaps making up numbers is a good sign that I'm getting over my PSD? I'm not giving numbers like 1729 (which, by the way, is the smallest number expressible as the sum of two cubes in two different ways. In case you were wondering. Which you weren't.)
And there I go again...