Tried to pull myself together. Went for a walk in the pouring rain with tears streaming down my face. Met Alcoholic Andy (recovering) at the seaside who tells me his Alsation is on his last legs and was supposed to be put down yesterday but has made a sudden recovery ... temporarily. Dogs do that.
I wrote a list of things to do: wash hair, moisturise suntanned body; deal with laundry; wash up; go for a walk; make juice; paint a painting. I managed it all except the painting. When I got out the book and the paints the energy dwindled and I just couldn't quite face it. I will try again tomorrow.
I am still very very sad. I need loving. I miss my darling dog.
I wrote a list of things to do: wash hair, moisturise suntanned body; deal with laundry; wash up; go for a walk; make juice; paint a painting. I managed it all except the painting. When I got out the book and the paints the energy dwindled and I just couldn't quite face it. I will try again tomorrow.
I am still very very sad. I need loving. I miss my darling dog.
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