I feel a deep sorrow buried deep in the corners and crevices of my chest. It has crept into the recesses of my mind, filling the corridors of memories with caerulean gloom and settled there. I cannot shake it off no matter how much I try to distract myself. Not even the silly grin from our golden lab as he barrels through the hallway and plants himself at my feet, between my arms and right in front of my face, panting. I wrap my arms around his thick neck. I bury my head on his nape. Tomorrow is another day.