Quiet on a Sunday
It’s two full weeks since the journey through putting Mae down officially began. Makai seems to be doing better and the feelings of loss and guilt are significantly less frequent. Sometimes I feel a twinge of guilt when I realize the relief that we’re feeling in just managing two reasonably healthy dogs, but that’s just the reality. No more blockading the basement from old, crippled hips, or mopping the floor twice daily. It’s okay to feel the relief in these things.
A lot of people consider themselves to be either introverted or extroverted, and I find that I’m usually a very changeable grey area between the two. I can crave social contact, but I can also go through periods of intentional and welcome solitude. I feel the introvert within me making her presence known in the past couple of weeks. I think August is going to be a quiet month in a lot of welcome ways… not completely devoid of people, but maybe seeing them in familiar terrain for low key interaction.
If you’d like to hide in the woods with me or read a book on the deck, that’s exactly what I plan to be doing this month, when I’m not watching Dr. Who. ;)
In other news, I am addicted to saving manicure ideas on Pinterest, and adore my upgraded Apple TV. As you were, good people.