I've been struck with an utter lack of profundity, hence the lack of blogging. I'm pretty busy, and pretty tired because of it.
I walked/ran a 6 K last weekend, to support one of the charities that supported us during Henry's illness. I really enjoyed the whole experience, but haven't exercised since.
We got a new dog. She's cute, but the little piddle spots aren't.
I'm back to working full time. I am enjoying it on a variety of levels, but I regret that I'm not home more. It's definitely my comfort zone, where I can really let down if I need to.
My sister had a baby. He's gorgeous, and I love to see their family grow. I expected to find my emotions regarding it a little tough, but I haven't, a pleasant surprise.
The pain of his death is passing, the constancy of my grief becoming more apparent. At first the emotion was so intense it was unsustainable, and seemed to rise and fall without warning. I seem to be at a more stable place now, but I don't get much relief.
I miss him so much.