You ever have one of those days where you just feel like crying? Well I do. And tonight was the occasion. So I tried walking in the rain, as a good masking mechanism for my tears. But it didn't work.
But the moment I stepped in the door, where it was warm and cosy and Isabella greeted me (to demand food of course) - the tears began. And I want them to continue. I am hoping that the tears will cleanse my mind and heart, and make all feel better than it does right now.
I just worry sometimes that, as they say, this is as good as it gets. What next if it is?