There are mornings when I desperately miss my dog more than other mornings when I miss my dog since it was always working together in the mornings when everything was deadly quiet, dark, still and alive. A special friend and professional traveler who knows how far we’ve traveled together while worlds, if never words, apart recently counseled how dangerous travel can be alone on mornings like this but travel we must: What I know is that it doesn’t get better. You won’t heal. You won’t be the person you were ever again. Not even close. You only get more of what it is here now, same as it has been every day since July. Never tolerable, only navigable. And Tiger Woods is officially fucking Vanessa Trump. The end and the beginning.