My greyhound can run faster than your honor student.

Sunday, August 17, 2003

I feel exhausted.

As I walk around the house I still do things reflexively as if Goliath was still here. For example, as I left the bedroom to go to the office were Sheri was, I prepared to step over the spot just outside the bedroom door where Goliath would always lay when one of us was in the bedroom and the other was in the office.

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