The lost dog

Lest the previous entry seem too saccharine, there is the story about the dog. One night when I was driving home from work about 1 AM, a dog was standing near the median of the road. I swerved to avoid him, shaking a little, and debated whether to call the police about him when I got home. Because it was really late, and I had to be at a 10:00 meeting, I didn't call.

Another night when I left work late, I saw him sitting by the side of the road in semi-darkness, looking like a statue. Again, because it was really late, and because I didn't think that they would do anything at that hour, I didn't call. I looked for him during the day, but I never saw him during the day or early evening.

Then someone put up a sign about a lost dog near work. The dog in the sign didn't look much like the dog that I saw (but how many lost dogs could there be in the area?) I didn't call.

One other late night, I saw him running along the side of the road, wagging his tail. I was amazed that he could seem so happy when he must be really frightened.

I haven't seen him since. I have no idea what happened to him. I keep looking for him.

Volunteer work

Well, I just signed up as a volunteer to be a friend/mentor to someone with mental illness. I did tell them that I had bipolar disorder and was stable on medication, so if they want to exclude me, hopefully they will do so up front (and I'll sign up for something else). I would think that they would want me because I'm a model mental health patient: I keep my doctor's appointments, take my meds, and have a responsible job and use Wonder Bread 7 ways (or is it 12 ways?). We'll see what happens.

I've figured out how I'm going to be good; now I need to figure out how I'm going to be bad -;) Possibly by not doing the chores around here that I intended to do. I need to log off and spend more time offline.

Addendum: Nima let me pick her up tonight. She looked a little nonplussed, but didn't stop purring.