I begin most of my days by going back to bed. My dog wakes up with the sun, and I with him; I let him out into the yard, prepare his breakfast, stand about sleepily in the kitchen waiting for the rest of the family to descend. This morning was typical: my mother was the first down, looking wan (she has been crying steadily for the past two or
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