The Thing That Goes Doink

Yesterday I realized that it was probably a bad idea for me to be alone all day. I was having some issues processing, and being alone with the thoughts was resulting in spontaneous bursts of crying, which really weren't accomplishing anything, including making me feel better. So I called sideshow_ericka and asked if I could just come sit on her couch yesterday and molest the cats. She consented and actually talked to me about it, which helped tremendously.

Then she and her roommate Krys invited me to go see Thor last night. I called my husband to see if he wanted me to wait so we could do a date night, but my husband is 1) cheap and 2) infinitely more patient that I am, so he said that I could go and that he had no problems waiting until it came out on Blu-Ray. I was impressed with how Kenneth Branagh (yeah, THAT Kenneth Branagh) handled the material. A blend of Norse mythology with the the Marvel influences and just enough Shakespeare that it actually created something interesting to watch. And yes, it wasn't as good as either Iron Man movie, but it was still good. Now I just have to wait for Captain America, which feels like it's going to take FOREVER. I want it now!!! /whine

Other than that, I'm doing okay. The grieving process takes time, and I certainly know that Grandma would yell at me to stop moping about and get on with my life if she were still here. I've decided that I should at least buckle down and go through all of the dues records and figure out invoices. And while that's probably not most people's idea of fun, it will keep me busy and from dwelling too much.

Also, thank you for all of the support from my friends, both in real life and online. You've all been a tremendous help during this difficult time.