Good luck surviving it, darling. I know how such things can go and how much it can be needed. If any of them piss you off, let me know. For I shall hex them until they glow and kick them in the nuts when it's dark.
In other, more general, news I had to deflate the air mattress that we used here. I didn't want to, but parents insisted. Needed to wash things and so on, and reclaim some of the floorspace up here. Which means no chance for me to sleep on it again. In some ways that's good, as it means I don't stay in a total funk for over a week (like I did last year). However, it's also bad because I don't get to stay in a total funk, and I rather feel I deserve to do so. I also may hurt myself reaching out to cuddle up to a wall in the middle of the night.
Can't stop wondering why I didn't run after her at the airport.