And Then In a Week

So it’s been a week, and at this point it’s probably not going to turn out to have been a horrible nightmare and I’m going to have to face it, so.

My husband left me. And then I checked myself into a psychiatric clinic.

That’s all I feel safe sharing right now.

Song du Jour of the Day will probably be patchy for awhile yet because I can’t listen to music, but lately Brook Benton’s Rainy Night in Georgia keeps forcing its way through the white noise.