Just lack the stomach for angst right now- even though it's batting at me from under the bed and around the edges. Just don't want to plunge in. Even though it's comfortable and familiar.

Am going to try and keep it together for a couple more days. Just another hour or two. Maybe just the next 10 minutes.

Then I can let myself feel sad a bit again. Not to worry, but it is a white knuckle thrill ride on occasion hereabouts.

The difference- I do know that it's all temporary. That's what a couple grand and a decent therapist can buy you.