I feel like I’m just waking up from a week-long funk. The beatdown in front of our house really disturbed me. Then, when Milo went missing, it brought up all kinds of dark feelings. All kinds of grief came surging back again. It was almost like a drug, numbing me. I went through the motions of running errands and doing chores and so forth, but my head was in a very weird place. I even videotaped a friend’s musical performance, but I felt like I wasn’t really there. It’s odd how grief seems to flatten me, and odd to see how the personality reasserts itself. It’s hard to explain, but I feel like I was not myself, and now I’ve come back to myself. Normally I wouldn’t get so distraught over a cat gone missing for a few hours. So I think it was much more than that. I’m not sure why I started feeling better yesterday, but I do I feel better now.