Back Key Sticking

The backspace key isn't quite working, and neither am I.

The news I recently received clouded my whole weekend, which was unfortunate as we were at a great friends birthday bash on Saturday and the Rugby 7s sunday. Both were lovely, but I was trying to be happy and sociable, rather than just having a grand laugh in our normal way. I have exhausted myself, and suspect my man is exhausted too.

I still have not looked at that damned form.

I tell myself that work is the answer, but it's hard to write anything fluid with this back key sticking, and I don't know how to fix it. Something keeps digging up plants along one of our borders. I just go back, repeating and redigging. An ornament needs reglueing, so I'll do that, and I'll try to clean up and make dinner tonight...small homely things to settle my mind.

I can't stop crying and I don't know why really. It's just another form, another thing. Of course I can deal with it, I dealt with Terry and I can deal with this.

Can I?

Oh, I don't know. I am vexed by everything, and don't know where to begin or end.

[Edited to add] Enough, enough. No more tears, this opened for me today, just to make me smile.