Still Having A Rough Time.

I wish I lived in a place that did not have seasons. Because as the summer nears its end, I've been thinking about Chou.

I've subconsciously been reliving the stress from this time last year.  The subtle indicators are just wreaking havoc.  The coolness to the air. The initiation of the changes of the colors of the leaves.  The annual events being advertised.

It's not like I'm doing this on purpose. I'm not thinking "Let me be all sad because my Chou-Chou was dying this time last year."  But it just permeates everything about this time of year, making it worse than it usually is anyhow.

I hate when summer comes to an end.  Little did I realize at the time, the day we put Chou to sleep was the last day of summer.  I realized that the next day when the news people were talking about how it's was officially autumn.

It doesn't help that I've been felled by an early flu, barely getting any sleep, and just downright tired as a result.  So that mimics the exhaustion and physical discord my body was in a year ago.  It's a perfect storm.....

I still miss my baby boy.  I suppose with time it will get easier.