Something To Think About

I don't mind the sameness of my days until I sit down to make a journal entry. They are perfectly lovely days, but writing about them is a challenge. I went for a walk, worked on my knitting, made a good pot of soup, played the piano for a bit--it's all very low key and predictable and not terrible interesting to anyone else. The only wrinkle today was that my son was in a car accident. Bam. He seems fine, but pretty shaken up. The car is very totaled. Someone ran a red light. Just a reminder that your lovely predictable life can change in a heartbeat. Take care.