If you have seen my Instagram, then you know that we finally had to say goodbye to the beagle that I grew up with. I was a wreck with tears on Monday, and when I came home early from work yesterday, I slept so deep that when I woke up, I thought it was the next day. I skipped cooking dinner, I skipped yoga, and we went to see a movie instead. I do the same thing every year on 9/11 too; I spend some time in a dark theater with a massive screen to distract me. Work has also been a great distraction, but I am finally feeling better. I woke up this morning looking at Scout's picture and felt more calm and content than these previous days. I'll be back to my regular self in no time.
I'm writing this on my balcony with a steaming cup of coffee and the first cool breeze of autumn. When the weather matches my fall-spirit, I know it's going to be a good day.
Lastly, thanks to all of my friends and readers that had such kind words to write about Scout on my Instagram. It made me feel better than you'll ever know.