Some people may not agree with my assessment of last night, but I found it extremely peaceful. The fact that I shared my twin bed with two full-grown cats is what I believe would cause the disagreement. But I had Lovey attached to my shoulder like velcro - with frequent face and chin washes administered by her - and Nedi curled up, either by my right side, or down at my feet. There was plenty of purring and lots of love. I guess that I heard the 3:30 (a.m.) train go through town with the horn blowing, but it didn't disturb me at all. When the alarm rang this morning, I certainly didn't want to get up, either. I was snuggled under the afghan my friend Kathryn made for me a few years ago, the window was wide open, and Lovey was asleep on my shoulder, while Nedi was curled up around my feet. It was heaven.
I "spaced out" last night in a very disturbing way. I had gone to the Denver Airport, to pick up a returning owner. She asked me to drive back to my house, and I did, happily. The problem occurred about three miles from my apartment - in a construction area on US 36, the main road between Boulder and Denver. Lynn had been talking to me, and I was concentrating on what she was saying more than I was on my driving - and I was very tired. I suddenly realized that Lynn had said, "This lane ends," very calmly, three times in a row. The left-hand lane that I was in, was, indeed, being narrowed and cut off by orange traffic cones - and there was a car beside us, in the right hand lane. I had to step on the brakes and move sharply into the right lane, immediately behind the car that had been beside us. I have no reason that I can give for my lapse in driving concentration. (Was it that infamous "white line fever" that truckers report?) All I know is that it scared the daylights out of me. Thank goodness we were near my place, and thank goodness that Lynn did not freak out about it.
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