Took the wee beast for an after-dinner walk as I otherwise would have. Because this is my neighborhood, and if I don't walk the dog, we'll both go insane, and there'll be fewer congenial people on the street for other neighbors who might want to walk their dogs.
So there, jerks in cars.
Okay. I think that means I'm officially doing better. Kate Wilhelm may be a bad choice for something to read when I'm going to be driving by myself to the airport late, but I'm pretty submerged in it now.