Bad day. That’s okay
SATURDAY, July 31 – Can we go? Can we go? We’re off to an amusement park, together with the family we’re staying with. Roller coaster, swimming pool, plenty of sun, exuberant children, and amiable parents, but I can’t seem to join in. I feel depressed, have trouble being polite and just stay on the sidelines. I apologize later in the afternoon. Bad day. And that’s okay.
Diary of a Widower 