  My heart nearly stopped yesterday, when a car hit a snowbank outside my house. I was frozen, on the couch, scared to death that I or Kurt had let Lucas outside.
Lucas is not an adventurous person, he goes outside, he pees, he returns. On warm, sunny days, he alternately suns himself and rests in the shade. He by and large avoids the road, but in that second, I thought of how Cordy was one puppy length from the driveway. Lucas was inside. And since, he doesn't go out by himself any more. Not because I don't trust him, but because I don't trust others. Not on our street. Tomorrow, I call the Town Office, and the police station to see if something can be done before another pet gets injured, or dies, or, even worse, a child.
There's a condo complex just across the way, after all. To my knowledge, no human has been hit by the hurtling cars, but, it's better to close the barn door before the horses run out. Granger is the editor of my resume, she re-formatted it, and gave me purty paper. Tomorrow is the day I attempt the Editorial Assistant job, armed with the purty paper and the new professional polish. I almost feel I have to buy a new outfit or soemthing to sucessfully offset the new look. 
