This will be the first holidays after Dad's death. I am not looking forward to it and it definitely shows, I'm crankier than usual and the thought of having to go out and see people fills me with that sort of anger that sets in when forced into any obligation that one would rather not attend.
And everything is making it worse: work, my new back and leg aches, my students, job searching. Everything is simply picking away at the little patience I have left. If I could, I would simply sleep until January 2 and then go from there.
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