I got my kid on the bus, took a shower, panicked for a bit, bit my tongue and read Susan's posts, played loud angry music, looked at/read pornography, visited the food stamp office and the housing authority, checked the post office, freaked the hell out over and over because obviously every little thing is a real and serious threat, and did the dishes.
I also packed some boxes and donated a bunch of stuff, and did a whole lot of staring into space slackjawed. I tried to cover up for my emotional distance by keeping my daughter busy. We walked from downtown to Fred Meyer, slowly and casually enough for her to talk. She needed that as much as she needed the exercise. The weather was wonderful.