Saturday, October 9, 2010
It's been a hard week around here. Wednesday we had to have our dear bichon, Bridget, put to sleep. She was 15 years old and I'd had her since she was 7 weeks. Then, Thursday a long-time friend and neighbor passed away, fairly suddenly. Going to her calling hours today took me way back in time to when her four children and my five were small, bringing up all sorts of feelings and memories. So tonite I'm tired. Too tired, even, to knit. That doesn't happen often to me, for knitting is what I do, to rest, to comfort myself, and to enjoy myself. But not tonite. I only want to sleep tonite.