Yesterday I just needed to be around books and my sister and I spent an hour or so at a local used bookstore. I don't know why looking through books soothes me. Anytime I start to feel out of sorts I just wander aimlessly through a bookstore for a little bit and I'm okay again.
This afternoon I spent about an hour and a half at the UofT bookstore, and it levelled me enough for the drive home through killer traffic. But mid-supper the tears came again, and by dessert back to the giggles.
Emotional rollercoasters are not unfamiliar to me. I just usually know which theme park I'm riding in.