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.