I had a terrible, awful, no-good nightmare the other night.
The dream was of the Armageddon variety, with buildings collapsing all over Portland and the Willamette River transforming into a raging ocean into which I was continually swept as I searched desperately for my family.
Yeah, Happy Tuesday to you, too.
Speaking with a friend last night about the Cascadia Earthquake predictions and the panic I feel whenever I think too much about it, I referred her to the two blogs I wrote on the subject.
Both can be found here, as the link to #1 resides at the beginning of #2: Cascadia Earthquake Anxiety.
I provide this re-run as my readers clamor for the next installment of “Anatomy of a Disaster,” which I am working on fervishly for tomorrow’s blog.
Tomorrow we will pick apart a nasty filing in which Sarah is excoriated, humiliated, and falsely accused of all sorts of bad behavior.
What a cheerful and productive way to start a divorce, no?
This document really set the tone for the war that followed and the sadness of it all is that it was so very unnecessary.
For the life of me I cannot understand why people do this to each other.
Why their lawyers engage in this type of practice.
Why they don’t just try to be decent.
In case you haven’t been following the series, you can binge-read!
ANATOMY OF A DISASTER
Have a great day, everyone. See you tomorrow!