I've been emotional all day. It started with Joyce's and my hug and followed me into work.
"Will you carry that old computer down to the basement?" My father's co-pharmacist asked me not long after arriving.
"Sure," I said as I got busy and carried it down.
I started to cry walking down the steps and surprised myself. It had been a rough day regarding my mental illness, and I guess I just needed to let something out.
I wiped my tears away upon returning upstairs. I grabbed my deliveries and headed out. I cried again in the car being careful to wipe my tears with each delivery. Lord knows we don't want to let anyone know we cried and I hesitated to write about it on here.
Joyce was going to church when I arrived home. She stopped her car just as I was pulling up. "I love you and you come to me if you need someone to talk to," she told me. "I love you like one of my children." That caused me to burst out into tears again. I was half crying and laughing as I wiped the tears from my eyes and told her to be careful driving to church. This morning she was in no shape to drive. The crazy have cars, I amused myself with thought, laughing as I walked home to greet Maggie and call Rosa. I don't want to be alone tonight and the dog just isn't going to cut it.