All Choked Up

As of late, I've been finding myself choked up much more often... for various reasons. A couple stray tears coming down my face from time to time. I am not talking about bawling here... just identifying a pain and empathising appropriately. I think it's appropriate at least.

Biff and I watched two movies last night. Sunshine Cleaning and An American Crime. Both were pretty heavy but the one about the sisters cleaning up after dead people was the lighter of the two. Hard to believe it would be... but I even flipped on American Beauty for a few minutes to feel a little less blah after the second of the two. And that is not a particularly light movie either.

There were things in both of the movies that got to me. Happy and sad. Well, actually, there was no happy in An American Crime. It was well acted and hard to believe it was a true story. But - it was. I'm not going to go prying into the details of why either of them struck me with such a ferocious bite. No, I was never held captive in a basement and/or burned with cigarettes on purpose but there was a similarity that just struck me to the core.

Not that I'm depressed today. Just tired and taking a half day and relieved for that. I've got a doctor's appointment to check back up on my kidneys this afternoon and then I'm heading back home to take a nice, long, well deserved nap. Ahh...