More small accomplishments. Laundry, for one thing, yesterday (just my own clothes. Hate it). Remembering to empty the dehumidifiers so they can keep running. On a slightly larger scale, taking clothing and other things of mine that I've sorted through off to Goodwill today, taking the old cellphones up to the Verizon store for them to recycle. Receiving a retainer request from the lawyer (that seems like an encouraging sign, although the typos in the agreement, whereby Seamus and I in one section are turned into "Jams" and I, are less encouraging). And so on.
As for me... yesterday morning I woke up with one image in my mind... Jerry's forehead, not his whole face, for some reason, just his forehead, which I was all ready to kiss until I remembered. Today I've felt more numb and foggy again - which doesn't mean there haven't been the daily episodes of howling and wailing and such - there have, there always are. But I feel like I'm wandering around in a fog, that nothing is totally clear or totally real.
Feeling like you're in a fog is pretty normal, I'd say, considering what happened to you. It takes a while for the fog to clear, but it eventually does. Just like it takes a while for a person to get through what you have to get through, but you eventually do. Hang in there.
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