Sometimes I cry on my walks with Blue. I'm not sure why. Today I cried because I felt deflated and alone, even though I am rarely alone. We walked up and down the street slowly, and I let the rain seep into my dry hair and skin. The light drizzle hid the tears on my face.
I've decided there isn't always a reason we do the things we do. Sometimes we just need a good cry or a good laugh, depending on the situation. I came home, dried my tears and made a warm bowl of steel cut oats with berries (I really wanted fried chicken fingers, but I didn't have any of those). I ate in perfect silence and now feel resolved to make the rest of the day better than it started.