Feeling a bit better today. Still grieving for Pita, but over the hysteria. I am so lucky to be alive and relatively unharmed. I mean, I rolled a truck at 65 MPH. I expected to be hurting really bad when I got up this morning, but I have felt worse after a hard day of waterskiing. So many reminders of that beautiful little dog, though. Do I go adopt another one right away? Do I adopt another one at all? Do I continue with my vacation and drive to Taos today? I kind of owe it to my friend Dino D'Taos, who is a great artist with no money but an SSI check. I promised to help him get transportation. My truck was full of art supplies for him. He calls me his "Theo". He has no phone, so I can't call. I am going out to get my personal truck re-insured today (I was driving my work truck), so I guess I'll decide after that.
Got my S-10 roadworthy and insured, so I am mobile again. It seems that a near death experience in a truck doesn't affect my driving at all. I still drive compulsively within the law, to the immense irritation of all those who want to be first in line at the stop light. Morons. A lot of wonderfully supportive people out there. Thank you to everyone collectively from LJ, ana2, and my email list. You all helped me get through a rough time of it. I'm sure I have a ways to go before I'm really out of the woods emotionally, but you all got me moving. One of my neighbors is involved with a Dalmation rescue organization, and is keeping an eye out for me. I'm not sure how soon I want to adopt again, but eventually I will. It might be better to wait until after I move next fall. Who knows.