So, I am ready to tell y'all about my vacation now, and will do so, but first I thought I'd post to tell you how I am doing.  MW and I did talk after I posted on Sunday, and I understand but I don't understand.  I am having trouble eating, I am having trouble sleeping, I am having trouble reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.  I am trying to hold it as best together as I can at work, but do have the occasional crying jag (this would be why I explained the situation to Cool Boss).  Cool Boss looked at me today, said "You need to get out of here," and took me to Foster's Market for lunch.  Aside from sobbing at my desk the other night (Ri responded by giving me many, many bonks), most of my crying is in the car.  I tend to cry in the car.  Don't know why that is, but it's a habit that started back when I lived in MA. 

Things will get better, and I promise y'all will be reading a happy blog again someday.