I have a wonderful job with great coworkers. I've established some local friendships and have some long distance ones that I hope I always have. Occasionally I have a horrible nightmare, or read a passage in a book that goes through what I personally find an overly graphic description of what it is like to hang followed by what the person looked like when they took him down and the fact that he wasn't dead and thanks to Jamie and Claire he will be ok but not Allen because I didn't even look at him there and how could I not have known he was tearing down the ceiling to get to the beams I mean the water leak had been fixed so why did the ceiling keep coming down...
But this is not healthy or constructive thinking. Then my thoughts turn to my in-laws and how I wish we had a relationship before things were over because I worry about Nana and hate to call and bother them beause wow, how awkward is it that someone you weren't crazy about before calls and destroys any peace that you had found either dealing with or not dealing with your own personal loss.
OH yeah and the BEST (with heavy sarcasm) was the other day at work when I was giving a new friend my phone number and she asked me my last name. I gave her my maiden name then told her my married name but begged her not to use it... because I'm a freak and didn't want to be associated with it right them for some reason I'll never understand.
But I think all of this is normal. And I'm ok.
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