so...

...it goes...

My ill, broken-hearted husband sleeps all night and takes at least two long, long naps each day.  I would respect his privacy about this, but I don't think this degree of no-energy is good for anyone so I'm outing him. 

I understand about falling apart.  I just think one needs to keep showing real ground to a young child so that she knows where the real floor is and can imagine her father landing there soon.   It's more frightening to a child to see a parent lack enthusiasm for anything than to know a parent feels lost after a lay-off. 

His release from the big engineering company?  We are better off away from that awful place.  No question.

I am grumpy, patient, impatient, tolerant, indulgent, sad, worried, overwhelmed.