I'm at my aunt's house, glued to the couch in the living room. I'm not sure how much is anxiety and how much is exhaustion. I fell asleep earlier. It's very, very loud.
I think I've gotten worse at coping with family events. It gets harder and harder every year.
I want to write a better post but I can't under these conditions. I'd wait until I get home tonight, but right now I'm pretty sure I need the relief of having blogging out of the way.