A Writer's Notebook, Day Five-Hundred-And-Two

I had hoped to get work done earlier today, but it is still difficult for me to shift back into my routine.  In part, I am still finding it difficult dealing with not having Ulysses here in the mornings.  I always had to get up early to give him breakfast and medicine.  It feels quite sad, empty, to get up now, and I don't have the energy to get to work right away, even when I am up.  I know he was only a cat, but it has been very hard adjusting to his death.

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