Daily Work: Crying and Hair Color

Fortunately in unrelated events.

Holli and Kelli packed up and left around 12:30. They even helped get some garbage out of the basement before they left, even though I told them to forget about it. I hate the leaving part, where I walk down the drive with the car into the front yard sobbing and waving. And even worse, I hate the long walk back into the house, sobbing and alone in the yard and then singularly alone and sobbing in the silence of the house. I actually cried for quite a while; but I managed to pull myself together and do something: I went to the closest drugstore and bought the hair color that Holli decided was closest to the color of my roots. Came home and doused myself with “Coastal Dune,” which is apparently dark neutral blonde. It feel slightly dark, slightly more brown than it should be, but it’s definitely close to the real color and in the right light it seems reddish rather than brown. I probably should have begun packing for CCCC, since I need to leave on Tuesday; but instead, I took my tearful depressed self to bed and slept from 6:30 to 11:30. Just got back up, took my meds, checked e-mail, and now I’m going back to bed.