Stages of grief

I kind of fucked up my hands earlier today.





I haven't Googled it, but I know that anger is a stage of grief. And when your Beloved decides that you're not *his* beloved, grief ensues.
At least this time I have puppies.
This is all I can clearly type right now.
I will be fine. I can still knit.
Again.




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