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Last night after dropping my daughter’s friend off I nearly got us (at least myself) killed. My foot slipped off the gas pedal as I pulled out into the busy street and I just sat there watching the headlights of a car speeding toward me. I had no response; just sat there numb and didn’t care if I did or didn’t get hit. I didn’t care if I’d die or didn’t die.

Last night my sister-in-law, my daughter and I went to see the movie Blind Side with Sandra Bullock. We have been going to dinner and the movies together once a year as a tradition (it’s usually the only time my mother-in-law gets to the movies, but she was making sausages last night and said she stunk too badly!).

I started writing a blog called Boys & Dogs; in it I was extolling the virtue of reflecting on one's own thoughts and behaviors via her polar opposites--with gender being the most obvious. And while this process is authentic and true for me, as I wrote I began to feel pompous. You know the reaction we get toward pompous people: "AH, blow it out your ass!"

I am up early and decide to go watch the sunrise at the Quabbin Reservoir. It's been a long time since I've done this and I am feeling good, remembering how inspiring it is to watch the sun come up, as I jump in the car and drive the short two miles to the beautiful old rock wall on Route 202.

Monday morning, checking out Facebook I notice I’m not the only one returning from something refreshing. Many friends have taken a last chance vacation to another state—literally and figuratively. Some have gone to Dance Camp and, like me, are posing the question: