My daughter cried herself to sleep last night - cried inconsolably for a solid hour.

When she finally dropped off, we all slept pretty deeply until 5am, when a neighbor's animals started up a ruckus. The baby goat was crying like a human child and all their dogs were barking like mad. Even though I knew what it was, the bleat was still upsetting.

I didn't see the connection between the two events until I wrote them just now - I guess the goat's wail disturbed me because of what my daughter had been through. We'd just come back from a long, physically difficult trip.