As it is, though, as the days passed through this last week, we moved from one catastrophic domino effecting into another -- no events isolated, each one occurring because of the one that happened the day before -- until the cave about a half mile from here looked good. I figured it didn't have Internet and no one would find me. Hell, the way things were going, I doubted anyone would look. This has got to have been one the hardest and longest weeks I have seen in a long, long time. My e-mailbox -- all of them -- came to terrify me every morning and I lost so many days trying to fix the damage that was done, managing to stay just one step behind.
And my t-shirt collection? The one long worked on? I gave it away. I could not even face a silly t-shirt.
But in the end, before they picked them up, I couldn't do it. Not only did a lot of my kids give me these shirts, but I think someday I will forgive myself -- it doesn't feel that way right now -- but I think I will want to watch the movies again -- someday -- and my fandom, though buried now, will be back.
And when that happens, what will I have to wear when the family goes to Los Angeles for work?