I can't believe I pulled that this am. 
Guilt-ridden.  Feel pathethically useless.  Trying darndest to overcome, and grateful to the understanding people around. 
No more Ron Isley before bed!

Though separately,
Proud -- proud of you, and proud of us that we are pulling through things together.  Still a bit frustrating but giant step forward.  But no weary heart and much hope.  Good.  Good.

So why do my eyes still feel like they've been crying all night???