I’m bemused, my friends — I’ve been trying to cull myself of busyness. But suddenly, I find it’s the best and semi-healthiest coping mechanism I have. I can’t drink or smoke or get obliterated to find silence and succor anymore; I’ve learned through much indulgence that they don’t work that well. But if I return to keeping myself doing, but not say… doing all the things at once, it does a fair bit to help keep my mind from finding ways to make me want to cry and hide. I’m not sure how long it’s going to work because I am running on pretty empty (and my husband isn’t doing great either, so we’re not supporting each other as well as we could), but you know… any port in a storm, right?