I am about to have an awful, horrible, no good very bad conversation. I've been crying all day, and now I feel shaky and drained, and I'm not going to have this talk for another 30 minutes or so. I feel like I've been kicked in the gut, and retroactively kicked in the gut, like a dope and disrespected. And yet, there is no hate. Hate would make it easy. Mostly I'm just confused and sad.

Oh, honey. Need shoulders? Mine's got sheet prints, and probably smells like yogurt, but it's there if you require it.

Lots of strength to you Heather.

I'm sorry, Heather. I hope it goes better than you anticipate.

Strength to you, Heather.

I can't wait to see pictures.

Ple speaks for me.

I'm sorry Heather. I hope you get all the therapy out of hammering that's possible.

Wow, lib, I'm impressed! My ponytail was only 15 inches (maybe another three or four inches were lost to styling) - but 2 1/2 feet = dang! I can't wait for pics!

{{{Heather}}} Best of luck with it. Strength and peace to you.

Oh sweetie...

(Going dark now while I go home. Then dark until I can make my laptop stop faux ten-keying. Which should be simple enough now that I know what it was doing and how to make it stop.)

Lucy's getting extra hugs today. First vw talking about Toto in her lj made me think all day about her, and how she's gotten me through some really rough times. And then I come home to find - RIP Rocky, the two-year-old Boxer next door who went in to the vet with hip displaysia and came out with spinal meningitis.

Oh, Heather. I'm so sorry.

Heather, hugs to you, and strength to say what needs to be said and to hear and respond how you want to. Also, puppy kisses can be helpful at a time like this (see above).