August 18
Like the classic movie, I was running on empty. Literally. After teaching class, my gas light went on while I headed home. I stopped (at the right gas pump, NOT diesel--that's another story) and attempted to prepay. Credit card was denied. (I knew I was close, as I had a lot of business expenses this month) Of course, the gas station doesn't accept checks (and I forgot them anyway) and I had seven dollars in cash. I then filled up with the seven dollars and sheepishly called Steve. (I always bug him about running on empty. ) He drove right over and kindly put gas in my car on his card. We drove home and was welcomed to the sight of cat vomit on the dining room chair.
August 19
Writing is not just a sequence of words; writing is therapeutic. I wrote in a stream-of-consciousness mode on my laptop for over two hours in the night; I stopped writing at almost 2:00 a.m. It seemed as if I was in a trance.
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