Okay, I think my sad-sackery is done for now.
This morning I woke up, put on my big-girl pants, and went back up to my mom's house to spend a little more time with my brother. It went fine.
I exercised. I just got home from having sushi and wine with a dear friend who was in town to visit and who happens to have had leukemia when she was 3 1/2 (until she was 6). The girl knows from cancer and has always been able to make me feel better about just about anything.
My apartment is clean. I have food cooked for the week. It's gonna be all right.