I feel rather throbby today, and not in the good way.
I think a better description would be to say that I feel scrubbed raw and emptied out.
The last two weeks have been weeks of excessive loss for me and for those I care about.
I put my third and I hope to god last friend in the ground on Tuesday.
Each loss was hard for me and of course for their families, but that one was shattering.
She was only 36.
So now it's just a matter of allowing enough time to pass to close the gaping wound that's standing in the middle of my chest where my heart usually is.
I'm going to take a couple of days.
I'll be here for Friday flash because I already have my piece written. Then I'm going to take the weekend to regroup.
I should be back to normal on Monday.
Well, at least what passes for normal when you're a writer.