The existential angst is pretty bad this morning. Is it the lead gray sky? The time change?
I'm going to go with a friend to a medical appointment today. I know she's scared and I know I want to be there for her, hold her hand, let her know that I'm proud of her for going. I know.
This I do know.
Then I'm picking up my boys and bringing them here for the rest of the afternoon. The chickens are confused as to why I let them into the coop an hour early. They are quiet. Maurice is waiting for them under the bird feeder, drowsing as the cardinals and finches flit above her.
Sometimes I wish I was a cat. If they suffer from existential angst, they certainly do it in dignity.