Stephanie flew home this morning, which left Angie and I both in tears.
Later I found out that a friend of mine lost the baby she was carrying - she was 8 weeks along. I tried to offer some support and encouraging words, but I remember all too well that there's really nothing anyone can say.
Later on I bit the head off a co-worker/friend that needed my help. I wasn't angry with him. I was irritated by the situation and lashed out. I apologized later, but I feel like a jerk for having lost my cool.
Angie's still not feeling well, so she was alternatively sad and clingy, with a few dashes of whiny.
I hate it when I feel down in the dumps, because I know that I have so much to be thankful for. As proof of that I got a letter from the radiologist I saw last week telling me that my MRI results are normal. It's not every day that being normal is a positive all the way around :)
Tomorrow I promise to be funny again. Today, you'll just have to forgive me for just being funny looking ;)