I was all set for today. I had Arlen Spector to comment on. I was ready with a conversation about the intellectual dishonesty of words, words used to camouflage evil. I had many thinks and much to say.
Now I am wrapped in grief over my dog and have lost the fire in my belly. Funny how the immediate moments in our lives bring us to ground. The events of the world fade away and you are left with tears and an empty space.
It is fortunate that I have too much to do, so I am not allowed to wallow. Horses need to be fed, dogs need to be fed, work needs to be done. I'll look for him throughout the day and then I'll remember and tears will well-up. This will be the worst of it, the day after. Shortly, grief flees and fond memory fills the empty space. But for now I mourn my dog.
There is never a shortage of world events to get my ire up, but there is a brief moment after loss that consumes the heart and allows for nothing but sadness and tears. I'll dwell there for a little while as I go about the ordinariness of my day. Tomorrow is waiting, today I will be sad.