Husk-like

I've just finished with a block of the worst two weeks of my life. I think we're in the clear (for the most part), but I'm still emotionally flinching. A tad dramatic, maybe - but terrible nonetheless.

Consider the following combination:

• Transitioning back to "real life", with
• An amped-up preschooler filled with overzealous jealousy of his newly mobile and interactive baby brother, resulting in
• Attacks on baby brother and general unrest and upheaval, added to
  
• Grappling with the reality of our current agricultural system and the [unfortunate] direct affect it has on our lives, i.e.,
• My husband was misted by pesticides by a crop-duster [airplane] while standing near the back door of our home on a pleasant Monday evening, which leads to
• The grievous questioning of our life and choices, like, "What are we going to do?" and "Why did we move here?" and "How could we have not known?" and "With a problem of this magnitude, what can one even do?"

It has been a tough couple of weeks, complete with zombie-like staring at 3:00 am and copious amounts of tears shed. This, my friends, is why you have heard little from me.