In my ever-increasing need for distraction I have attempted to busy myself with this, that, and the other thing.
I have plowed through almost all of the legal research requests sitting on my desk. Some of the older ones I'm going to "re-file" in the "been waiting so long for an opinion that I'm sure they don't care anymore" file.
I am organizing the Chinese auction/raffle fundraiser for the Public Animal Welfare Society (to be held on Mother's Day).
I brought cookies in to our Victims of Crime office Open House (store bought...so not THAT impressive).
I volunteered to make sausage gravy for the office breakfast we're having tomorrow morning.
I am altering a costume for a friend who participates in the area Medieval Faire.
I'm dragging my husband and a couple of the ladies from work to an Indians game tonight (the boss gave us four tickets he couldn't use).
I'm having fun. I enjoy everything I am doing.
So why don't I feel "better?"
Because two weeks from now I will be commemorating the worst days of my life.
Denial and distraction apparently only get you so far.