Also I have not been posting Grandpa stories very much, but oh, I miss my grandpa. I am still running into such difficult things. And sometimes it's not even related to a trigger at all. Sometimes I just want my grandpa, dammit.
We got markgritter back this morning, finally. That doesn't make everything better. But it doesn't make anything worse, and several things--notably the lack of markgritter--it does improve substantially. (His 5-day business trip was unexpectedly extended to 8 days. Not A Fan, but sometimes these things are necessarily.)
I think I can still manage the stuff what needs doing before the times when it needs to be done. But it feels--both literally and figuratively--like ground is slipping away beneath my feet.
I really hope sleep is a reset button.