I am tired, L. I think now that our overtime at work has pretty much ended, after close to 3 months of it - life is now catching back up to me starting with our ending in mid-December. The big stuff that's been happening (my cat passing away, saying goodbye to you, the huge, very real scare with my SIL, H's new heart problem that we're still getting diagnosed, my mom being in the hospital, etc) it's all piling up on me at once today. My brain feels like it is full of nothing but scribbles made with a broken pencil and my body feels like an empty shell that is going through the motions with no thoughts, no feelings, no soul. I can't focus. I processed barely half of the amount of work that I usually do in a day. I know in the long run it won't hurt my stats if it's just one day but still. I hate being so unproductive. Feeling like an empty shell does not feel good. I'm hoping I'll be able to sleep tonight, tomorrow is another day, I need to go do some more writing, and find my way through this. I know I have the tools, and tomorrow evening is the weekly drum circle, I know that will help too.