I remember that Sunday was sunny, a strange break in the weather after a week of rain. I was already feeling like I had forgotten to do something since we had gone a full day with Missy and her need for insulin. The morning habit of me giving her a shot and her canned food seemed to still be missing since the two boys, Shadow and Bug, would still come to the kitchen when I went to get my coffee since they still wanted to get their share of canned food. I offered it, but they didn’t seem as interested. Perhaps the fun in the treat was in doing it as a group? Regardless, they both wandered off leaving two bowls with their wet food nearly untouched.
Saturday had been a day full of immense sadness and most of the household sleeping for most of the day. Perhaps it was all the stress from the previous day, but I knew that we had to get on with life, so after we made breakfast we dug into doing household chores. We got some things done I had really wanted to get done for quite some time, but nothing that was beautiful or artistic or soul fulfilling. Just functional tasks such as moving the dryer onto the dryer stand we had bought last year, clearing out recycling to be taken away from the house, taking care of cleaning of the house.
The idea of working on my LYS was a fleeting one and I decided that I needed to care of my soul more. I stayed home all day and I remember I cried a lot on this day too.