Under a cloud

I have not been feeling myself lately. I have been waking up in sour moods that have been hard to shake. I realized today, after spending the morning grumping on Twitter about seemingly everything, that this was not about waking up on the wrong side of the bed. It was really about Frank. I was telling my mother about my moods and she interrupted me to tell me that the cat has really affected her too. I am fine most of the time - as long as I can be distracted - but alone I find myself falling under a cloud I can't shake. Tonight, as Mom and I watched our program, I sat and picked all of the burrs out of a fleece blanket Frank used to sleep on. It always seemed like a losing battle to do so before.

I feel odd writing about it or talking about what I'm feeling. For one, it seems too personal to share, and for two, it seems decidedly boring. Who wants to hear about me randomly crying at my desk? I want to write about other things - like the fun things I got up to this weekend that were all about art - but I just wanted to acknowledge the cloud.

My mom and I are off tomorrow on a roadtrip to Philadephia. Dad is meeting up with us, and we're all feasting with my Aunt and her family. She and her husband have recently moved away from near us to Philly. I'm excited to go to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, to meet one cousin's new baby, and catch up with everyone. I also hope to walk a lot. To try and lose this cloud.

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[Jess]

Oh, Claire. :-( We lost a fairly young cat to FIP a few years ago, and I literally cried myself to sleep for months. It takes time. Hope the Philly trip and a break from work provided some much-needed distraction.