I just have to make it through to the shortest month.

'...But if I chose to see this as a sign, it surely is.  

And  what am I supposed to do with you? 

Just tell me everything I've heard before like it was news.' Dirty Magazines, Joe Henry (2003)

She loved to run. I assume she still does, that dog loves to run.  The image of Miss Jones, leaving a courthouse, movie-star sunglasses almost covering her Jennifer Jones eyes (she was partly named after the actress, after all), perhaps wearing a sweet little Givenchy suit after posting bond for 'Worrying the Livestock,' still comes to mind, followed by a meeting with Canine witsig and her onboarding to a new life in 'Destination Unknown.' It's hard not waking up to her shoving me off the bed, or snuggling in deep with her and my littles, but I also am no longer plagued with festering ulcers at the idea she may obscond or wind up dead for lack of road sense.  She broke 3 trainers in the end and needed other dogs, so rehoming her was the right thing to do. And it's weird how life works. A year ago, I hadn't ever considered Cambridge as a destination and now it will come to play a significant part of my life.  As my dear friend and business partner reminded me 'This is like a dream job for you!' 

Yesterday was a strange day. I felt untethered and couldn't figure out why. I mean, this time of year is always even moew bittersweet - we're coming up to the 24th yahrzeit for my friend B, my grandmother's birthday, Fang's diagnosis birthday, and yahrzeit, the anniversary of my mom's accident, and now my dad's jahrzeit.  And I couldn't put my finger on why I was so 'tetchy' as my grandmother would say until I realised that 5 years ago, I was in Oklahoma City, OK, staring out of the Oklahoma City Bombing memorial in-between mediation negotiation.  It was an a wrenching, exhausting day and at the end of it, my dad and I started the 16 hour drive back to Ohio. A tornado has just ripped through Joplin, MO. My dad's cellphone rang and we discovered my younger brother's car had been stolen. Not really a tragedy but awkward. The real terror was that my 2.5 year old nephew was in the back seat of the car, asleep. For three hours, the car thief (a high school friend wanted for a drive-by shooting in West Dayton) led the police on a car chase, driving the wrong way down the highway, criss-crossint though 3 counties, all the while live-streaming on Facebook. He finally left my nephew in his car seat on a residential street at the request of the police and was apprehended 3 days later. 

I don't really know where my nephew is now, outside of being In Michigan. I hate that is where life has left us, disconnected.

Good think there is knedlach in my immediate future. I need a bit of chicken soup.