I read the meditations and the poems
     in my inbox;
I started the coffee;
I sat down on the big ottoman of the big 
     chair the Chocolate Lab knows as hers
     and where she slept after her breakfast;
I petted her;
I reclined putting my head on a big arm of the big chair; 
I stroked her big, beautiful, brown body;
I petted her head and she kissed my hand.
Only then, only then, did I have the courage 
     to go back to the computer and 
     revisit the horror known as yesterday.