I hope I'm wrong. It's weighing heavily on my heart. It still hurts so much.
I've been trying to put together some modular bookshelves for a while and only figured out a few days ago how to set them up. Wooden crates. They look good stacked on the side of the entertainment center, but I only have half of what I need. It figures, huh?
JoAnn's put them on sale for $6.99 each yesterday, but only had one crate to sell. Seemed like a joke. As of today they've raised the price to $8.99 each. And they're sold out. Of course. It looks like I'll have to hope they get some more in this week or I won't be finishing that wall for a while.
My nephew suggested painting them white, but I'm not sure about that yet. I'm going to put a fabric or painted backer in each crate after my new sofa arrives. I'll have to figure out curtains and paint color for the room. I may leave the paint like it is. I really liked how my sponge painting job turned out years back, but moving all that furniture by myself is a daunting task.
I tried the demo of Zumba Fitness Rush on my XBox tonight, (more attempts at distraction) and after one meringue song, I was sweating. With all the crying over the last 30 hours or so, the sweating made me feel dizzy again. Could be there's still a lot of "Dutch courage" in my system. Well, it was actually Polish, Swedish, and Russian, respectively. It's not something I do much of, but I needed some numbness for a while.