I miss the craziness of having three kids with ten places to go on the weekends. Here, I have nothing but time which is okay if I have money and can do something. I hate feeling sorry for myself, especially when this is just a natural part of a decision I made. Even good decisions have moments that leave you wondering. Anyway, I just read an amazing story about a dog in Iowa and thought I'd share. Animals are resilient. People are too if we allow ourselves to be.