argh.

This was a long, sad day. 65 people got laid off. Structures are in upheaval. My friend James is still missing in the woods, and Search and Rescue has been looking for him for two straight days, to no avail.

I came home early on my supervisor's suggestion. She said I'd been "incredibly anxious" and should rest. I'm not sure there was anyone in the building who wasn't incredibly anxious today, but I'm always wary when I hear someone mention that I am exhibiting behaviors indicative of anxiety.

I came by anxiety honestly-- it runs in my family. It runs in my bloodstream. I actually thought I was handling all this stuff ok, but if someone says something like that to me, I guess I should act on it. I have coping mechanisms, I have medications, I have good friends, but I really don't want my anxiety to boil over into other people's lives. Or into my relationships with other people. Especially my relationships with other people.

So, yeah. Sad day. Anticipated sadness, but sadness nonetheless.