Our plucky heroine has no intention of giving up, though Girl is beginning to despair of ever sleeping again... sorely tired... dog is on watch, eyes wide and scenting the breeze from the box fan. That taste behind the palate when something is not right, tears gone to dry grief. There is no peace when I lie down to rest. When I am upright and doing, there is some distraction. Truth be told, experience knows that while the pain will never begone, sharpness will fade and scars will make a home for pain to live. It seems to me that misery and grace dance hand in hand through our lives, sometimes one leads, and sometimes the other. I'd not give up the grace and joy, to be spared the sorrow.