Tired

For weeks now I find myself sitting here on the computer, wanting to chat with whomever I see is online- friends of Dan, my friends, people who have become new friends, and just say, "I can't believe it. Can you believe it? Can you believe Dan is dead?"

But for the first time today, I feel too tired to do that. I am tired of processing, taking punches left and right from the grief monster.

I am just exhausted.