Back to the Old Grind Tuesday

Took forever for the bus to show up this morning, but it did and Mrs. J apologized for being late, saying she's having problems with kids riding her bus that aren't supposed to. Not sure what that means, but oh well.

Bug was gone by the time I got home, but this time he left a note and remembered to take the garbage out for me. Thank goodness for that. The garbage trucks came soon afterward.

Slept a bit better, but was woken up by a dog barking. Got up and checked on Gabby, she was asleep on the couch, but it seemed like the barking was coming from our driveway. The barking lasted for about an hour and a half and finally stopped, thank goodness.

For days now, I've been waking up with the weirdest dreams. Don't feel like talking about it right now though.

"If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world, you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path, but teach him to walk firmly over them - not insist upon leading him by the hand, but let him learn to go alone."
- From The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

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"Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tired of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe."
- Anne Bronte (January 17, 1820 - May 28, 1849)

Malcolm died 2 weeks ago today and I still am crying...