It's nice to remember that just a few days ago, I felt so happy. Hard to imagine at the moment.
I've done okay while I've been busy today -- getting groceries, doing laundry, mailing the second batch of job applications, getting a few Indian tops taken in to possibly use in tomorrow's photo shoot. But I keep getting ambushed by what I can only describe as grief, melodramatic as that sounds. I watched West Wing while folding laundry, and found myself teary-eyed, just because the characters were so much more intelligent, sane, and sincere than either of the presidential candidates seemed to me.
Tomorrow will be better, hopefully.