The bad day that I cannot really talk about continued on through the rest of the week. One component of that day has to do with a problem that I talked about earlier this year (but won't bring up specifically here because there will be nothing gained by it), which has grown and a new set of back stabbing — as Ed perceptively picked up — has ensued.
The far worse part, the one I was directly referring to in the other post is totally unrelated and doesn't have anything to do with backstabbing or the like. The impact of it will reverberate for sometime, although I have come much more to terms with it over the past few days. God will have His timing to wind things back up for me, and I am confident that He will. That is sometimes hard to tell one's self, but I believe it to be true. In the mean time, I'm attempting to use some of the resulting meloncholy as a “muse” for writing — so far, it has helped, albeit not on any writing of any real use at this time.