Dumbstruck

[arliss]

I feel as though I should apologize, generally. I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately, and I can't talk about stuff as I'm going through it. Only when I'm out the other side and have processed it can I examine it a little. I may be reaching that point.

Or I may just say, "done," and move on to the next thing. It's exhausting, trying to sort it out and put it up in a coherent fashion. There's nothing really terrible, there's just a lot of it, none of it actually directly affecting me, all of it sort of bouncing off me siderally. Still, I'm reeling, a bit.

When I'm less rocky, I'll regain my verbosity, no doubt. But I didn't want my flist to think I'd sunk with little trace. Still here.

"...And still we traddled onward, caring not a care. Onward, onward, onward, my friends, to victory and glory for the thirty-ninth!"

Comments

[amaliedageek.livejournal.com]

It doesn't have to be flooding and and plagues to be difficult to bear up under; in Tour-speak, you're having a tough stage and you've dropped off the back of the peloton. The rest of the team will wait for you, and if you need someone to drop back and ride tempo with you, just ask.

I hope that it all resolves in a way that gives you peace of mind.

[debg.livejournal.com]

What Amy said. Sometimes, it's being nibbled to death by ducks, and that's even more exhausting than the big grand devouring from beneath stuff.

And you have my number, if you do need to talk.