I worked a tad late tonight because I arrived late and wanted to make up the hour. On my way home from work, I was stopped at a light downtown. I noticed a dude walking his dog. The dog was adorable. A happy, cute little guy. The light turned green.
Normally I quickly look both ways and take off. Today I looked over at the dog again for a couple of seconds. It's a wide one-way street. Plenty of room for parking on both sides and three lanes in the middle. If I hadn't paused to look at the dog, I would have been t-boned by a big black Denali-size pick-up. It was going fast enough that my quick glance to the right didn't pick up any movement close to the light. The driver entered the intersection well after the light turned red. They must have been going at least 35 or 40 miles an hour. The driver neither tried to stop nor gave me any warning.
I was able stop with a couple of feet to spare while the truck crossed in front of me in the far lane. How fortunate that I like dogs! (I think the owner thought I was looking at him. Nope.)
Those two seconds of dog appreciation saved me a world of hurt. I like firemen as much as the next lady, but being cut out of my car isn't the optimal way to meet them.
Then I was at the beach tonight, sitting where I always sit, when a little mouse came running across the grass, fell down the small embankment, and landed on my foot. I was wearing sandals. It was soft, furry, and frightened. It leapt up and ran into the brush next to me.
It's about a world gone mad as it ever gets around here. So I'm retreating to bed earlish. I'm going to read the lastest book by one of my favorite storytellers, and hope Dean Koontz delivers a satisfying, well-crafted tale per usual.
All is well tonight. It always is. Sometimes I actually even know that.