When we were in Bermuda and would be walking around St. George on the sides of the street, my friend Anne and I would look to the driver to ensure they saw us. Lol, oftentimes our searching eyes would find someone deeply engrossed in texting, a child, or my favorite was a big dog. Your mind tries to make sense of these things and that somehow that’s not really a dog driving the car. Then we’d scan the rest of the car and find a generally alert driver and the wheel beside the ridiculous form we had thought was driving the car.
I have much to share from the past week of my life, but as it has been challenging mentally and physically, I need a day of recoup time.