I'm waiting to be picked up from Brewberry's. I really should not have walked over here, but couldn't remember directions to describe how to get to the dorm. It only now occurred to me that I do know how to get to the student center by car. Oh well, the walk, while painful, helped me relax a little.
On the way here I heard a child tell a mother that there was a puppy. Then came the dreaded "He's a special puppy. He's responsible for her and helps her." I was a good girl and didn't get mad, but I did cringe.
Things will work out. I have my latt and an outline.