Kia Ora-

Let's bring you up to date. The past week at work was considerably better than the previous one, albeit still troubling and still locking horns. But at least it's a group effort on many fronts and not a ganging up on one.

Other than that everything else is the same--friends, family, and loved ones are all, on the whole, well.

V and I seemed to have a bout of some illness last night, though she improved and was able to participate in some sort of competition at the rock climbing gym today. I have still been feeling pretty rough (nausea, chills, fever) and stayed in bed for a good deal of the day, but I'm feeling better than I have been now.

The weather for Saturday (which by the way was 2/22) was perfect--very windy, cloudy, and then giving way to thunderstorms. I had the windows open all day long.

This evening we went to the Hynes's abode for My Big Fat Greek Wedding. We had promised them we would show last week and didn't get to. As always, it was fun.

A strange thing happened last night on the way home from V's at around midnight. I was driving down Busch to turn left on to a cross street. I waited until all the approaching headlights had passed me by and the street was empty, and then I started my turn. All of a sudden out of nowhere a pair of headlights was headed down on me approaching very fast. All I could do was mash the gas and brace for the impact. Much to my shock there was none. I can only think that the person approaching swerved at the last second. For all intents and purposes I thought I was a goner--I could literally imagine the impact, almost feel it, and slid to brace myself for it. It all played out in my head quite vividly and I was surprised that there wasn't a major accident. As soon as I realized I was across safely and the other car was safe, my first instinct was to call V and tell her I was OK. I'm not sure why, but that was what I needed to do. Now, I've gone through the near-miss scenario in my head over and over and I still can't be sure it wasn't just a hallucination, a side effect of being ill, because it all happened so fast. But I am convinced it was real; perhaps some asshole playing a joke and putting their lights on at the last second, or a car coming off of the side street too fast. Whatever it was, it scared me. But it also made me realize I'm lucky to be alive and be who I am.

You're up to date now. Pay-per-view tomorrow (the return of Stone Cold Steve Austin), and we got a special present for Mr. Eric tomorrow. Heheheheh...

Keep the faith,

-N.