School started here today and I was home with my dog instead of getting to know a new group of students. He was really good today. Unusually well-behaved. Thank goodness because I don't think I could've handled it otherwise. I think he could sense that all was not well with me. Perhaps it was the tears, or all the hot tea I kept making myself, or the fact that I woke him up for a change. He got lots of extra biscuits and a spoonful of peanut butter. I got lots of puppy love as he sat on my lap and kept me company.