Been moody and lacked energy lately, couldn't figure out what was wrong. After I burst into tears over the washing machine, finally thought about my grandfather. Called my grandma and turns out it's the one year anniversary of his passing. ARGH! Apparently my subconscious won't let me ignore it. Wish I'd had warning.
At least that explains the dreams of death.
Yes, he's in a better place, yes, I'll see him again. Meanwhile, I've got a few hours of suck to survive. Thank God for house cleaning; it's my go-to therapy for stress.
At least it explains where my imagination went. System's overloaded, Captain! No room for daydreaming.