It’s been a week since the category 4 flashback on Tuesday morning.
I’m still not all there.
It was not helped by the comment kerfuffle that inspired my previous PTSD post. I didn’t realize how much damage that did.
I’m kinda hoping I wake up okay tomorrow.
To the folks who might feel they have to apologize, who know who they are because I have indeed let them directly and unambiguously know my anger and why I am so, do not apologize to me over any communication method whatsoever. Do not even talk to me. You’ve done more than enough damage.
Spontaneous ∂erivation 
In completely unrelated news, I just read for the first time a Wodehouse novel called The Adventures of Sally. It’s a new printing, and it has a page in the back announcing that there is a P.G. Wodehouse society, and that they publish a quarterly newsletter, called Wooster Sauce. I find their choice of title charming.
Oh! That’s a very apt title, somehow :D
I hope you wake up OK tomorrow too.
(You came to mind earlier – two shelves of the toyshop have been taken over by cows. Rows and rows of cows…)
Jay,
Thanks. And perhaps it’s a mooovement. ^.^
Hey, your site’s all cow-y now! How cool is that, eh? Hugs and cookies all around!
Seriously, nice redesign.
pericat,
Thanks on both accounts. :)
Accounts? Or acCOWnts?
Abi,
Oh dear. I suppose this is just the beginning of the puns. (Or rather, the continuation of the puns….)