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She needs a name.
Thank you, everyone, for your support. It's been a very difficult week for me. I've been tired and depressed and cranky and sad, but today I'm doing better.
There was a croquet game at the Lang's house this weekend where we could see our breath in the air. After the game we went and saw The Happening with Croquet Champion Rachel and her pole-dancing friend, and we were less than impressed.
I worried that I would tire quickly of the people and being outside with the people. But it was really, really good for me to get out of the apartment, even if I almost got hypothermia and sat through the stupidest movie ever.
Tonight I did some dishes, cooked dinner, and even watered my plants. Three things that I have not done since I got back home. I even have a green tomato growing on my tomato plant, and that made me smile.
The apartment is still too quiet, even with hamster arguments happening every hour on the hour. But I have a bit of Lacey sitting in a metal urn on the desk in front of me, and that comforts me.
I'm doing okay.
Our flight got in at 8 last night. We had a half hour to change planes in Cincinnati, to grab a shuttle from one concourse to the other, and during that half hour I got a phone call from the man who had just hit Lacey. She and John's dog Barley had gotten out and were trying to cross a 4-lane road. She didn't make it. Steve and Heidi decided to have her cremated; I wasn't up to making any kind of decisions there in the airport. I don't even remember getting on the plane. I cried the entire 7-hour flight home.
The apartment is so small and so quiet without her here.
I have the worst sun rash on my back.
And I can't convince anyone to scratch it for me.
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