It was bound to happen and it did today. My job today was to switch out the winter clothes and switch in the summer warm-weather wear. Normally, a job I enjoy and for the most part, I did enjoy it. Then I found Cowgirl's winter bootie. It was the only one left of a set of four that she hadn't worn out. I guess that was why I had kept it and it made me so sad to see it. God, these moments still get me and get me bad. Writing about these brief downward spirals tends to somehow deflect their power and for that your indulgence is requested.