Reclamation.

It's nighttime.

So many things have been semi-restored today. Carter isn't dying yet. "This isn't a dying dog I'm looking at," said the vet. He's got something wrong with his tummy (aside from the liver cancer), but he's alert, and pretty darn happy.

A lady who said something inaccurate to my insurance company (after that little fender bender) actually called and changed her story to the truth, after I left a friendly (really!) message on her machine about how there was a misunderstanding, and how nice it was that we went to the same church (at my priest's suggestion).

I had some chances to speak in anger, and didn't take them.

I got a lot done at work today..

I'm going to have some ice cream, and go to bed. I have to wake up in six hours.