I went to bed feeling uneasy and angry but not at something that could be easily identified. I woke up continuing to feel discombobulated. I got the girls ready and out of the house and off to school with some typical irritation. My youngest did ask me a profound question about something we discussed the night before as she does from time to time in her role as "old" soul. And I knew a cry was coming and I worked to hold it together until I finished carpool.
As I walked back into the house, Annie, the dog greeted me and was ready for her morning walk.
I thought, "Oh here is the faithful companion!!" and she jumped and sat by me on the couch and I patted her head and my tears flowed for a few seconds. I thought, oh, this is the solution for my old habit of needing someone to be there when I'm working through feelings and don't want to be alone. Annie can sit with me.
And then she licked her butt.
Laughter through tears, my favorite emotion.