I feel myself sinking again. My husband just started graduate school, and I'm left feeling like I'm only the provider, the rock. I'm not "moving the plot forward" - just holding in stasis until he graduates (he has 62 weeks of classes to go, we figured out).
Combine this with stupid family drama - how they can suck me in from 2,778 miles away is beyond me - and things feel bleak.
And the weather's still so hot.
At least I have my sewing. Lots of sewing, lately.