this morning #803.

this morning, ruddy & ready, i clapped my hands and, like something straight out of a damn SUV ad, my two hounds came bounding out of the house, barking up a storm all the way into the backseat. they knew what we had in store for the day. we were ALL quite psyched about the sense of impending adventure that hung in the air. by some time near noon, we’d be up on the mountain. thousands of scenic sights for me to see. thousands of smelly scents for my two hound dog friends. an hour or so into the trip, my left hand slipped from the steering wheel to my lap. no matter how hard i tried, it refused to move. all i could do was pull over & call 911. this was NOT the adventure we were hoping for.