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It's nearly time for me to put Blake to bed.

I am happy to report that he is reading each word as I type.

Perhaps I will try this later.

sadness

I can't remember
how to keep sadness at bay
yet I have not cried

I was very innocently putting together a slide show of cute photos of Blake when I was overcome with a sadness the magnitude of which is difficult to describe.

I buried my face in the extra-soft blanket and cried for the first time in recent memory. Serious sobs.

Then I crafted a very poignant entry about loss and grief.

Then Blake came in and made sure none of you had to read such drivel. It was very sad and made me feel vulnerable.

Aren't you glad you don't have to read it?