In the saga of grief being big and small, it's been very big lately; last night I struggled to sleep because I was mourning not being able to cuddle with Baby Dog anymore, or ever again. Subsequently I woke up pretty late today and in a melancholy mood, which I tried to sort out with a long run. It helped a little, but it's just kind of a melancholy day, and I guess that's okay.
I am writing, at least. I want to use my energy, in all its turmoils, to make something, and I am trying.
I'd give anything for just a little more time.