Nora

Nora died.  I've been doing nothing but crying and listening to Cloud Atlas since six this morning.  I thought she was going to make it.  You know, I really hate it when people say "I'm sorry" when some one close to you dies.  Because, how does that help?   At the moment the only thing helping is knowing that the finches had another baby and seem to be taking care of it this time.  That little bit of hope is the only thing that made me smile today, brief as it was.