I’m better. Not exactly…

I'm better. Not exactly well yet, I think. I got back to our apartment, hugged Kevin, took a shower. When I came out, he asked what I wanted to do. I wasn't sure. He mentioned having the season premiere of Enterprise recorded. That sounded good. Kind of a silly episode, but in the process of watching it, I relaxed a little. When we were done, I made Kevin come lie down with me in the dark and listen while I told him all the things that have been stressing me out in the last week. It took a while. There were a lot of little, stupid things, as well as some bigger, less stupid things. The bigger things got mostly resolved, actually, but it was still good to talk them out. By the time we finished, I was feeling much better, but still had little inclination to get up and do anything. Kevin noted that I must really be stressed, since I hadn't evinced any desire to check e-mail or open my pile of packages (Tiptree books, I think). I really was stressed. Eventually, though, hunger drove me out of bed, and so I am eating instant mashed potatoes and checking e-mail and journal entries and writing to y'all to reassure you that I am calming down, really I am. The plan for the next several days is to spend lots of time in bed reading (assigned reading, but still, it's reading) and try to rest and de-stress. We'll see how well it goes. But Kevin was pretty mellow and calming tonight, which helped a lot.