Morning after ground zero...

It took me an hour to finally fall asleep, and I woke after 3, restless, teary and unable to get back to sleep. I may have been relatively prepared for this, but it's still taking a toll. I suppose I'll have to grieve and get on with my life. Tears are supposed to be good for the soul.

Meantime, I'm soaking spilled coffee out of my white shirt and anticipating a bleak Christmas.

I can't believe the SOB had the nerve to wish me "Merry Christmas". What a jerk...