Thorns

The dog that followed me home in December, flew the coop this past weekend, and there might be an unwelcome relocation of where we live soon, and the tears are still too near the surface from Stephen's death.
But...
Yesterday I had an 80 minute walk with a friend and we talked about normal stuff like groceries and cleaning and getting our mind wrapped around not eating garbage. It was good.
This week will be okay, it has to be.

Streams of Mercy never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.

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