Dog of my heart

After a long day that feels like 48 hours, with the crisis and the need to be "on" now past and done, and the only thing to do is go home and collapse into a semi-vegetable state. And then, to find the world is still carrying on and traffic is flowing (or not flowing) and the ordinary predictability of life takes over and soothes my jangled nerves. And then I am inundated with love and wagging when I walk in the door. And it's all right, take a deep breath and hug the wiggling dog tight --everything is all right once again.