september anxieties

My dog came back from the dead. He was in my car barking. I was dismayed that he was back. He had a deep cut on his leg, partially healed, that made his leg look misshapen. When I let him out of the car, he ran over to the neighbors’ and tried to follow a neighborhood man into their house. I was concerned that he was going to bite someone.

Later I called a friend by another friend’s name. I tried to correct myself, but she had already left the room. I felt guilty. I had probably hurt her feelings.