I very nearly hit a dog while driving home from work today. I was on this two-lane road when this little dog, like a dark-colored Chihuahua, comes running across the road almost right in front of me. I saw it in time to hit the brakes, and it made it across the road, but holy cow. The dog showed no sign whatsoever that it saw me. Scary.
At the moment, I'm listening to a Chanticleer CD I just got from Amazon. It's all American folk/traditional songs, particularly one called "Calling My Children Home." I heard it live awhile back and it made me melt. It's just as gorgeous as I remember.
Geek Night isn't happening tonight, on account of Amy and Mary having something going on at church, while Trudy has decided to stay in. I don't mind. I am happy to lounge around tonight
I am beginning to wonder, if Amy is simply more forgetful now because she has been busy with school, or I just didn't notice before. 'Cause I had no idea she wouldn't be here tonight until Trudy mentioned it in a text message - Amy didn't tell me. It's like she's very conscientious when something is in front of her. She's almost never rude, and is flexible about plans and ideas and things. But if something's in the future, she doesn't pay attention to it. For instance, she has no problem with me reminding her when rent is due, but she also relies on me telling her. She spends a lot of time on the edge of things falling apart.
Y'know, she says she's OCD, but it's been known to coexist with AD/HD. Which probably isn't my business, but I do wonder.