In retrospect, the whole unbloggable news thing wasn't as shattering as some of the other things I have had to face - the postponed wedding, the boy's visa, the job thingy etc etc
But it was on an entirely different plane.

I wish I could slot my life into clearly defined sections that do not bleed into each other - Content epoch, happy epoch, frustrating epoch, organized and so on.
And I wish I had the road map that tells me which epoch is up next.
I think the ability to still be flummoxed by surprising terrible news speaks of my deeply rooted belief that I lead / or am entitled to a charmed life.
I cried for a bit.
And the boy came to console me and I trashed it out with him.
Then cried again.
And called the ex-roomie and cried it over with her.
And after all the upheaval, I went for walks, and got out a back up plan and was happy again.
As long as I know I am heading somewhere or know that I can do something, I am ok.
This was one of those issues where I couldn't let the boy help and he felt so lost that he even came visiting at the blog to see how I was.

Now the storm has passed, and the seas are calmer and for a little while, I rest albeit a little wearily with darting glances here and there to see if there is a bad news sniper hidden anywhere.