Dubious Quality

I'm having a bit more anxiety today than I expected, but grief is strange in its twist and turns. I don't think I was prepared for it this year because I'd resolved to stop focusing on this day and think of her instead of her birthday, at holidays, etc. Happy times, not tragic ones. Sometimes you don't get to choose, though.

As I write this, though, there's a chipmunk in the back yard sprinting around who looks deliriously happy. Thanks, chipmunk.