I am surrounded by crying people.
Lucy is crying everyday about our impending departure - she is crying about leaving her best friend, leaving the cat, and I think, just leaving this most wonderful place. Finnian is crying about leaving our cat and leaving our unofficially adopted stray cat who made an error in judgement when he chose us, as I have tried to explain to him repeatedly. Our neighbors are crying because their daughter is losing her playmates. And Dan is crying because we have been separated for so long, too long.
Sometimes it makes me want to just sit down and cry.
Instead, I have been pretending that I don't have several years worth of knitting to do in the next couple of months and I have been playing around with a new hat design. I quite like it, even if it does have a certain, shall we say, Hester Prynne feel about it.