Nada

Two pieces of bad news yesterday have got me emptied. If I speak, my voice will crack and tears will fall. Stop thinking. Don’t dwell. No feelings. Tears roll down cheeks if they must. Vague melancholy bests sobbing. Television provides distraction for brief respites, but physical pain permeates. Hollowed out currently. Too painful to think about the future. Likelihood of dog becoming quite ill cannot be processed. So little in reserve, it takes only a couple roadblocks to burn available energy. Bag of skin and bones. I got nada.