Sometimes you're the windshield ...

sometimes you're the bug.

Sometimes ... a son calls wondering what to do about a sty in his eyelid (I hate it when my kids' illnesses are happening out there, where I can't do anything but give advice)

Sometimes, a final paper gets handed in for the Modernist Lit course (at last!)

Sometimes the soldier calls to say she's coming home a whole month earlier than she thought she would (probably - army probably)

Sometimes you weigh yourself and realize you're turning into a solid (ugh)

Sometimes you get a whole day for writing (almost uninterrupted)

Sometimes it's the day your dog died (Libby - out on the walkway, where she usually laid, so I didn't even notice)

Sometimes you're the windshield
Sometimes you're the bug.

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