Got a few things done today. (Got car washed and gassed up car. Dropped off a large amount of laundry at the "wash and fold." Donated a bunch of my boyfriend's clothes to the Salvation Army Thrift Store. Worked on clearing some stuff out of my storage locker. Bought new curtains for my kitchen. Sorted through some mail.)

Dropping off the clothing got me crying. That led to me feeling very bad about how hard the last few hours were for my bf.

Next I have to think about how I can best spend the evening.