October in Massachusetts, living by the seashore in a year old house after a lifetime of apartments. The smell of chimney smoke and salt in the crisp air. The lonely sound of wind against my windows makes me feel warm and protected in all this wood and brick. This afternoon the ocean was gray and stormy with large white crests rolling over old rocks dotted with colonials and onto sandy shores only to roll back into the waves again. Cold, dark, dusk-kissed autumn days are the perfect excuse for me to curl up by the fireplace with an heirloom apple, a hot drink and a book and forget about everything else for a few hours.
I was in a car accident on Thursday…
I have been taking the odd muscle relaxant, after deciding against the painkillers for my neck pain and tightness.
I was stopped at a light, the girl behind was too. Some girl slammed into her car which then slammed into mine.
ER for four hours after a long work week. I was pretty much on bed rest until today when I went for a drive with my husband to see his mother and we went to the movies.
blah blah blah, I’m fine.
