I spent most of yesterday crying. It was probably the best thing that I could do. I spoke to one of my former board members and good friends who--in a lovely big brotherly way--reminded me that I should mourn all the things that I have lost in the past two weeks.
He struck a chord and I wept for the rest of the day. By about 10 p.m. I was dried out and felt oh-so-very-much-better. Today I got up and picked up Mystery Stole (I am planning on being the last one to finish it) and got loads and loads done on it. A little Law & Order on TV, knitting on my lap--this could be okay for a while.
I also got a call from a friend with leads for jobs which was very nice and made me feel even better.
I may be crying again in an hour but I don't think so. I think I'll just go for a pedicure instead.