May
12
2013
I was depressed that evening. My wife reminded me it probably was fatigue. Right after I kissed my wife good-night Tilla followed me into the TV room and nudged shut the door. Somehow that was comforting, that my dog wanted my company. It was a small act but it mattered. The next morning I awoke and the depression was gone. My wife was right. I was just overly tired.