I'm ever so mildly jarred by the little fender bender yesterday.
I'm not sure if it was a physical jar, or merely hypochrondia. I just know I have minor little aches I did not have 2 days ago.
I don't really mind--they're little signals--life on Mars, after all.
Now that I'm in a better mood, the weekend seems like a long vista of things to do, people to see, and art projects to complete. I am behind some of my self-imposed schedule--it is SO important to finish things when the adrenaline is racing, or else delays like this will ensue.
Tomorrow is another day. Besides, I still have Tara.
