On Friday, I wrote a short post on Facebook and the reaction to it was surprising. Not only did a surprising number of people react to the post, most assumed I had had a bad week. One very sweet friend even sent me a picture of a smiling llama to make me feel better. Why is it that having an exhausting week is perceived as a bad week? That doesn't compute in my book. For me, I'd felt like I'd run a marathon. It was draining and hard in more than one way, and yet it was satisfying in a strange way, too. I cried and it was cathartic.