It’s been raining and dreary for days and I’m sick. So, of course, I’m having one of the crappiest days.

In no particular order, I’m basically being followed around on Goodreads and having my reviews mocked and or trashed by an aptly named user account. I’m not so much bothered about the mocking or the mean-spirited comments, I’m actually more irked at the cavalier attitude I received when I reported it. But, whatever. Other things are certainly more important.

Then there’s this whole thing going on with Yara’s meds. It’s this stupid long story that just irks me to no end. Though, a very sweet gesture from an online acquaintance did help soften the blow a bit. (Seriously, Ren, you are too kind.) It’s the principle of it all and this constant struggle that I shouldn’t have to be going through and mostly I want to cry.

I had an entirely horrific day at work. No surprise there. Not even going to bother to get into it.

Because honestly, it’s all trumped by the fact that at lunch Yara and I were very nearly run over by a car. Obviously, we’re fine. I’m not even shaken up anymore. Instead, I’ve moved on to being highly pissed about it. I’ve had traffic checks with my dogs that have been really scary: cars screaming passed us, narrowly cutting us off. Heck, getting sideswiped by a car and being knocked on my ass when I was younger was the deciding factors that led to me getting a guide dog. But this was just so incredibly the driver’s fault that I’m sure my blood pressure is sky high.

It’s raining, as I said, so I tend to rely on my dog’s hearing more so than my own. Especially with cars being so much less noisy these days. We’re at the crossing with a car parallel to us (Swan Street) and another perpendicular (Elk Street). It’s a stop sign and both cars have yielded to us so we cross. And when we’re hardly more than two feet from the curb, the car on Swan turns into us and crosses right in front of us. They crawled along, but the thing that totally baffled me is the car gets right in the middle of our way and just stops. I don’t know, like maybe they only just then noticed the angry blind woman and her soggy dog.

All I can say is that I am so glad for Yara, who was a total angel and took the initiative to not just go backward but cross in front of me and push me back. But also that the idiot behind the wheel of the rolling death machine was going so slow because even another 10 miles faster and we’d have been hit. He was that close to us when he got in our way.