Tuesday morning...

It's 10.30 on Tuesday morning and I'm sitting here alone watching TV and gathering my thoughts. She's asleep as she is most mornings this time. It's amazed me through the years of working 3rd shift how she does all she does and basically naps through the day.

It was a rough night last night. I was up and down all night finally going to sleep around 4 or so. Every time I'd lay down and be almost asleep, I'd think of something and start to tear up and wake up all over again. The pup came in and laid with me around 3. I think she senses something is wrong. She's probably seen and heard me cry more these past few days than at any time in her life.

48 hours from now I guess we'll know something.