it comes in waves

We lost our baby boy parakeet, Proud-Feather, yesterday. I thought I was ok this morning but I'm crying again. It's especially sad because our remaining keet, Penelope, keeps looking for him and doesn't trust me. I really wanted our kids to meet Proudy. I hope that I'll feel better about his passing soon, because all this crying is giving me a permanent headache.

In other news, my priorities are all wrong, I've been listening to a lot of old Focus, and the kitchen is halfway clean.