Boy, I’ve spent five days in a bad place. Felt nearly normal on Saturday then had a maudlin Sunday and yesterday went into a banging rage over nothing. I was absolutely not ready for human company and no fun at all during the Monday morning water run.
But dealing with my feelings was never my best thing, so it’s time to get some work done. Yesterday I did remember to bring home a sack of concrete, so this morning while it was still somewhat cool I poured Laddie’s headstone pedestal…
…which in the fullness of time will wear one of those cool marble markers Landlady gets for all good dead pets.
I have been somewhat busy throughout, at least sporadically: I haven’t let things go to hell while I was wallowing in self-pity. Borrowed a vacuum cleaner and can honestly report that the Lair hasn’t been this free of dog hair since it was constructed. Sad but true: Shedding was Laddie’s one confirmed superpower. I swear that dog shed his weight in hair daily and I’d be lying if I claimed I’m going to miss that. My quilt even looks like a camo quilt again and not a hair blanket. Still getting used to having the bed to myself, though.