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I've been angsty this week, and mostly dealt with that by saying "self, if you're just staring mopily at the computer screen, then you must now reply to or act on one of your starred emails." Now I again have fewer than 10 of those, and that's counting the ones that are just keeping airline itineraries handy. I finally even said "screw off, I'll try someone else" to the lawyer who's been stringing me along for ~4 months now about getting a will written. It didn't make me feel any better, but it was productive.
I thought my angst was random until I realized how many emails I've been swapping with both parents, thanks to the holiday season. ("I sent you a box." "And I sent YOU a box." "Is your Amazon wish list up to date?") Somehow they're emotionally exhausting to deal with, each in their own way, even when all is well.
The good news, though: all my Christmas presents that required shipping are shipped. Ha. I will not be that person standing in the really long line with my boxes, hoping they get where they're going in a timespan more often associated with teleportation than with the US Postal Service.
I thought my angst was random until I realized how many emails I've been swapping with both parents, thanks to the holiday season. ("I sent you a box." "And I sent YOU a box." "Is your Amazon wish list up to date?") Somehow they're emotionally exhausting to deal with, each in their own way, even when all is well.
The good news, though: all my Christmas presents that required shipping are shipped. Ha. I will not be that person standing in the really long line with my boxes, hoping they get where they're going in a timespan more often associated with teleportation than with the US Postal Service.
