Try. Fail.

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Am still in a funk. Am on the verge of tears every moment. I'm not sure how much the news of Dizzy's death has to do with it. Maybe it was just a catalyst for the stew of emotion already simmering.

Maybe I'm also a bit stir-crazy. I've not been out of my Mom's house (except out to the porch to bounce on the tramp) since my ER visit on the 6th. Since my sister and I can't both leave at the same time and she is the only driver in the family it is hard to arrange for me to go anywhere. I've not asked to either. It hadn't even crossed my mind til this moment.

Maybe I'm just in the inevitable crash off last week's euphoria.

Maybe I'm just a selfish jerk having a private pity party.