The cold and dark reflect my mood this morning. It has been one year today that I had to make the choice to let Dante go and have him put to sleep. He was 13 years old and a huge cancer was literally eating away his leg from the outside in. I still have his ashes. I can’t bring myself to bury them in the backyard with everyone else yet.
My heart just isn’t in this today. I wanted to stay in bed longer but I couldn’t. My brain wouldn’t shut up and let me fall back to sleep. I sit here and try to write this and end up staring out the window thinking of nothing. Yesterday I watched a group of ravens or crows (they were too high up for me to see if their tail feathers were rounded or not) ride the wind currents over head.
I am almost done reading How Stella Got Her Groove Back. I have about 100 pages left in the book. If I sit down and just read today I will probably finish it. There are a lot of blue jays out front. I can hear them.
I’m going to wrap this up. Sorry it’s so short and blah. I just can’t think of anything to write. Thanks for reading and stay safe.
