Back From Pensacola

Jon and I just got back from Pensacola (and Bella also). The Beach areas are still torn up, but downtown looked pretty much the same. I felt very depressed the whole time I was there. Really, I would just like to stay home, have my family near me, and never have to go anywhere. If that is really strange, so be it. When we were at dinner last night there were some rowdy drunk types getting an early start on Mardi Gras next to us. They were so loud, and I was so tense, that I started to cry and we left. I feel like I am on the slippery slope to insanity. I'm so tired of worrying about my family, my dog, the world, war, etc. etc. I just want to enjoy at least some things, and I just can't. Anyway, we didn't do much in Pensacola. We walked on the beach, looked at some condos for sale, drove around and not much else. Bec came over this afternoon for a while. Of course I loved seeing her. She is going to New Orleans again this weekend to see her sweetie, so we'll be babysitting Mr. Kitty and Josie.