I had a memory pop up on facebook today.  It only showed the comments, but by those I could tell what the missing content was – a link to my blog and a post about losing Jeff. 

I didn’t get much done at work after that.

I hadn’t forgotten, not really, but those memories were muted enough that I hadn’t really thought about him or what happened in quite a while. 

I went back and read the posts again from March of 2012 and realized I’d forgotten a few of the details.  Nothing earth-shattering, but just a reminder why I write in this blog – that memory is an imperfect thing.

Work was stressful today and I had tasks that followed me home.  It’s the problem with being connected, I guess.

And everything remains…well, terrible.  I know people are in much worse situations than I am, but I get no schadenfreude from that.  

So, I’m going to have an early dinner and get my chores done.  And then I’m going to bed.  

I know it’s not mentally healthy, but I’m tired of my own thoughts and a few hours of oblivion would be welcome.