As I was pulling off an I77 on-ramp this morning at 80 miles per hour a tractor-and-trailer ran me off the road. He couldn't move left and I couldn't speed up or slow down enough to avoid him. For a fraction of a second I considered not braking at all. But I did. As as my brakes locked and I skidded first onto and then off of a particularly narrow shoulder I finally understood the confluence of events as of late. The conversation Monday nite, spending time with Andy and Leia, Mette's wedding invitations, the argument with Dad, Abby asking me why I was spending so much time at home. The parcel of the last week was seeded deep into the recesses of my brain.

I realized at that moment that I am going to have to confront some demons that I haven't seen in a while and some that I have never seen at all. The fight starts now. My point, I suppose, is this: I will not be seeing any you for a while. I need to sequester myself and cope. I need to win the fight this time.