I slept OK for a while but then I had a nightmare about Gravy getting run over (most likely scenario), and got up, depressed, sad, and exhausted.
I did my God Time, I didn't do it this morning due to the headache.
I cleaned up a little, and, when it cools down, will finish the laundry.
Oh, I still feel terrible about Gravy. I'm having a hard time with his death because I feel I should have prevented it somehow.