"It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I’m not sure that will ever change."

~ Anne Tyler, The Beginner's Goodbye

I had an entire post written, right here in this spot. I wrote it last night while he watched the Gonzaga game. It was all about a bit of scare I had this week and how my mind can just run with the very worst scenario possible. It was about being afraid and running amuck. 

And then I woke up this morning, sat down at my computer with my latte to proof it one more time before hitting publish, only to discover it was gone. I can't imagine I did not save it. I can't imagine where it went. 

And now, well now everything is different. It always makes me wonder when things like this happen. Is it a subconscious act? A message from the universe? From God? Or just a silly computer/blog land glitch! 

I think maybe the scare was a personal wake up call. And I am listening. 

The dog and I are heading east this week with him. Basil and I will walk the old neighborhood and play along the Columbia while he is working. I will get that new trailer ready for camping (remember he is living in it) and eat dinner with him at the picnic table when he gets home from work. I hope the ducks on the old pond are ready. 

thanks for stopping by today, 
have a glorious week,