This is what my gifts are for.
My disposition has worsened over the week. The little things continue to set me off; roadblocks and technical difficulties sprout like weeds. They aren't the problem. I knew I would be like this now, knew it would be hard this year. I can't make anyone understand.
Loading in the caffeine now. It'll only go so far and I don't know how far I'll need to go. The fact that I avoided Thanksgiving plans (knowing it would be a difficult day) will work in my favor. Perhaps I'll cook tomorrow, or simply warm the turkey dinner in my freezer.
Yet I am thankful still.