I can't tell you how much better I feel.
I finally, finally, after days of chaos, got to sit down and write last night. Granted, it was 9 p.m. on a Sunday night and I figured I'd only have an hour or so to get a few words down, but I was bound and determined to do it.
I shooed my husband out of the bedroom (poor guy fell asleep on the couch!) and got to work. An hour later, I'd written 1600 words. Woo hoo! My two cats were right at my feet as I typed and I had some great '40s music playing in the background. The only thing missing was my dog Charlie laying next to my bed - but I felt his spirit nevertheless. :-)