Barry Crimmins

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The Dog Days Of August Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The Dog Days Of August

Lloyd after waking from a snooze at the edge of the forest.

This is just a quick note to say that although I have been a bit incapacitated, at least at the moment, it's nothing dramatic. Each time I've tried to get back to this blog I've been detoured to devoting my somewhat limited energy to pursue some work opportunities and also to deal with the increased amount of chores that need doing during the summer out here in the weeds.

I am also spending a lot of time reflecting on the passing of our dear, dear Lloyd the Dog one year ago. To some, I must seem to be overly preoccupied with his premature departure. In my defense, you'd have read of almost nothing else in this space had I been showing all of my cards during these past twelve months. It has been an almost endless year and yet it seems impossible that it's been that long. I hate having Lloyd that far removed from us. And so here I am starting another morning choked with grief and battling through depression that has grown darker and deeper each day since our sweetheart was taken by a malignancy on his most noble of hearts. I never trusted August. Now I almost despise it.

Lloyd's tenth birthday would have been this coming Saturday and Monday marks the saddest day on our calendar. So give me until say, next Tuesday, and I'll get back to you with some more words, probably about the doings in Denver.

Thanks for your concern, patience and kind words.


updated: 10 years ago