Slowly but surely. What is it about time that heals? A physical wound or an emotional one. The re-writing and re-programming of the memory in your brain each time you recall it? (See the NYT article from about a week ago) My heart is still knotted up  but having Elway here really helps. I did not cry all the way to work today, only just a little bit.

And on the way home I nearly hit (& most certainly would have killed) somebody else's dog. It was white, twice as tall as Willie, with a red collar, wandering across 4 lanes of traffic just after a torrential downpour. It looked confused...I thought it was going to stand where it was (I'm going like 55 or 60!) but it continues across in front of me. I slam on the brakes---knowing, absolutely knowing, that I AM going to hit this dog and just recoiling from that percieved reality. Willie's accident flashes across my mind--I closed my eyes--and I missed that animal!  Not until I miraculously MISS the dog, by literally an inch, do I open my eyes and look in my rear view mirror and see all the going-home traffic that also miraculously did not plow into me for slamming on my brakes on a wet, wet road. (we'd all just driven through several inches of water causing hydroplaning and floating w/several vehicles.)  Maybe Willie DID learn his lesson and helped that hapless dog (and me) out of harms way.

Work was fine--I actually enjoy that silly little job. Once I get past my morning temper tantrum for having to get up at 5:30--obviously that's not early enough, I always run late and have to rush, thus setting off said temper tantrum. I actually need to get up at 5 and that is just beyond my current reality. 

However, I am looking forward to a three-day weekend and have glorious plans for studio work, real estate study, and discharging some of my art group publicity commitments. Thus, the martini evening is a day early, as Thursday this week is Friday.

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