Again, Cocoa helps with the laundry, lying her sweet fuzzy head atop a pile of folded shirts and spreading out in the place I was folding. But so cute!
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.