I poked my head out of my shell briefly yesterday and then a huge, huge thunderstorm gave me the perfect excuse to return to my shell by going back to bed.
Today I am trying to talk myself into taking a shower and picking up prescriptions and going to the grocery store before I run out of everything.
It is as if time stopped when he died.
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