I'll try to remember that, Sky. But sometimes the PTSD kicks in before I get a chance to do anything about it. You know how it is.

The first fire truck that came into the park stopped in front of MY house! Although it was daylight, the red lights were reflecting into the front room... just like that other time. Maybe that's what did it.

I'm not going to think about it today except to ask the grandson how his grandfather is. It's got to be bad. The little man was unconscious when they took him. He's had cancer for a long time.