In the darkness I could sense she was laying down. I wondered how she would take all this upset to her routine. I remembered his words saying he would forgive me if she expired on my watch, but I wondered if I would be able to forgive myself. "I am just not set up for this" I thought.
About that time my phone made a wreid sound, one it rarely makes, but I now recognize as an incoming text message. I hardly ever get one of those. I knew immediatly it was Lynne, and she knows what she wrote and how perfectly it fit with my train of thought. Yes, Friend, you would be a big help, I know you would. I pulled over and collected Lady's feces from the back seat, at least they are solid.
I've been ruminating on this for nearly a week, sadly without benefit of whine, and I'm alternating between XFiles-style 'skeert' and bliss approaching tent scene 2...and that's only a little bit of an exaggeration.
Seriously, Meryl has said elsewhere that this whole Brokie business makes us feel like 'we're part of something bigger than ourselves.' I completely agree with her, but it's so hard to put into words. What is this need to quantify, qualify, anyway? The need to figure out what in hell happened is big, though. We spent some time talking about it in WVa. Is there a reason? What is it? I'm no closer to answers, but I think it's important not to stop asking the questions.
I've caught myself making calculations...assuming we have 1,000 Brokie phrases imprinted in our neural network, assume that's 10% of all the stuff we know (obvious overkill for a margin of safety), factor in time spent together and adjust it for the delta since we've seen each other - what is the likelihood? I dreamed about it last night - think Anthony Hopkins in
Proof. I probably need help from Wayne for this calculation

, nevermind a therapist, but I still get something approaching winning the lottery.
But Vicki and I still can finish each others' sentences and we haven't spent much regular time together since high school - that doesn't make me see ghosts where there aren't any. Hunh.