February 20, 2003
Finished writing yesterday’s 100 words, then sat down with some soup and the newspaper. On the front page, a beautiful photograph of a wolf and an article about wolf-dog hybrids. These things have been happening to me regularly for about a year: I think of something and then it happens. Turn on the radio and the song I’ve been humming mindlessly comes on. Sometimes I have to duck to avoid the signs and omens. And now D is trying to contact me from “beyond.” She knew better than to dial direct, and sent her message through a more receptive medium.