I know, I promised. (but I didn't promise it'd be good)

I said I'd write more this week, but honestly, I'm not feeling it.  Mr. Dog is still in Chicago forced to deal with family drama while saying goodbye to his aunt. Her condition has deteriorated and she is not expected to live much longer.  The experience has been hard on him.  I can hear it in his voice, and I'm so far away.  It makes me feel helpless, but if I'm honest with myself I have to admit there is nothing I could do even if I was right there with him.

I'm not feeling witty or funny or creative right now.  I wish I felt like writing or cracking jokes, but I don't.  Mostly I feel like curling up in bed until he gets home, but that doesn't do anyone any good.

Luckily I have some pretty amazing friends.  After reading my rants on Facebook, a friend invited the boys and me over for dinner tonight.  It was just what I needed to pull me out of my sulk.  We had pizza and cupcakes and some good conversation.  I couldn't ask for anything more.