The first important life lesson learned a few weeks ago: don't get a Sheetza Pizza when you're going to be driving for 2 hours with your dog in the passenger seat.
Anyways, all that to say - after my Nachoz were 2 hours old, and my daughter had been dropped off, I headed to the nearest park with the dog in search of a picnic table (more desireable than a steering wheel). The nearest park that I knew of happened to be one that I on maybe three past occasions had found a smidgeon of solace. I could be, in the woods, with Grace, without him and there was peace. It was interesting being back there and feeling just a tinge of the old helplessness. But I enjoyed my Nachoz: didn't linger over the task. Just sat under my umbrella (a rainy picnic) and ate them then packed up my garbage and loaded my dog. Drove home.
Favorite sight while driving home: a red-winged black bird sitting on a fluffed out cattail.
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