I got through the work day and a three-hour writing class without melting down. I cried on the way home from class. It was a long day.
Saturday, I went to the dog park with Leo, dog class with Leo and a family birthday dinner and each made me miss Isis and I cried on the way home from each.
So today was better.
Work was good because I had an hour-long interview to transcribe. It kept me busy the whole day with something that didn’t require me to generate thoughts of my own. I also had planned ahead a few errands to run during lunch. I was busy. I had Leo with me.
At the beginning of writing class, I felt sort of liberated by having no one know about my personal tragedy, but by the end of it, I wanted to blurt out, “My dog died!” My dog died.