Still Too Close To The Surface

Read a blog entry about abortion today, written by a pro-choice advocate. Chose to write a comment in response.

Received an e-mail from the one friend I hadn’t told about my miscarriage yet. Chose to write a friggin’ novel in response.

I hadn’t realized this shit was still so fresh in my mind. I’ve been emotionally KO’d all evening. Didn’t get much accomplished besides playing some Civ IV.

Now it’s time to start getting ready for bed, and I have no idea what I’m making for lunch tomorrow, which is bad. I don’t really want to put my lunch together before I go to bed, which is worse. God knows what I’ll end up throwing into my lunch koozie tomorrow morning…

I know that these things smooth themselves over as time passes. I just wonder how long I’ll have these random days of sadness in the middle of being perfectly OK.