It's a rainy day and work was all about the gripe, yesterday. I want to sleep. And sleep and sleep some more.
Every time he saw me all day Monday and into Tuesday, FIL would ask me if I was alright. Finally I got frustrated and asked him what that was all about, and all he would say was "I just want to know." So, to put a stop to it, I assured him that if I wasn't I would let him know. I suspect someone (*looks at Mistress of the Night and AMcL*) may have told him that I might be suicidal. That's not true, guys. All I said was I could understand feeling that way, not that I am at the moment. On the other hand, he might just be concerned because I was so upset last week. I'm not crying at random times, anymore. I haven't exactly settled back into my 'normal' (lately) baseline emotional state of general seething incoherent rage. I'm just tired.
ETA:
And I seem to have a splinter in my toe. Maybe glass - I can't see it.
And I spilled the better part of my intended breakfast all over the floor.