Not quite back in the saddle...

I'm feeling much, much better. Milo is feeling better. Everything is, well...better. Not fantastic, but better. My mind was ripped away from writing anything for so long that it's difficult to regain focus. I have a bunch of stuff I want to write about, but for some reason, the words won't go together just now.

It's funny, some people write to heal, but when you're in the midst of a crisis, there's almost NO WAY to write. At least, that's what I found. Tunnel vision sets in, and all you can really do is focus on one thing at a time. With Milo, there was a fair amount of waiting, worrying and grieving going on. My energy is still sort of low after all of that, but I think that, like Milo, I'm recovering.

He's actually doing very well. His coat is nice, his eyes are clear again, his energy is back up, and he's regaining his appetite. I feel a little silly posting all of this about a dog, but, well, what can I say, I'm attached to him!!

More stuff later. Thanks for the good thoughts, everyone.