My reaction to too much stress is exhaustion. I won’t lie and say I didn’t have some anxiety about my posts yesterday because I so did. That jumpy-jittery feeling all day, wanting to look at comments and not wanting to, and then yawning like my jaw had come unhinged.
Then we get home last night and I was standing in the living room, probably weebling a little, and Jazz is like “go take a nap until dinner.” I thought that was a good idea, turned to head upstairs, and fell over the arm of the couch. “I think I’ll stay here,” I said, and Jazz was nice enough to cover me up. :) I woke up an hour and a half later to Jazz ladling out Mama Bear’s grilled cheese and tomato bisque soup :D (Her leftovers mysteriously disappeared once and we ration the heckfire out of this ambrosia usually, but last night we totally splurged. We even had toasty croutons!)
Now that I’m not stressed out anymore, I’m looking back, reading the comments again, and just so in love with all the support, understanding, agreements, and conversations. It seriously warms me up and makes me feel like we accomplished something. I’m going to hold onto that and echo Brad’s comment from the C&D post by carrying over the celebration of all the wonderful varieties of gay men in fiction into one of the things I’m grateful for this Thanksgiving.
There are some comments I still want to reply to in here and over there, but then I’ll be offline until after the holiday. I hope you all have a fantastic Thanksgiving Day tomorrow and that you’re all sweet little angels while shopping on Friday. Try, anyway ;)