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2007-01-13 - 12:28 p.m. Well, it's about time! OK,I'll update. The burn from the three-car pile-up on the way to work late December, caused by the gas in the airbag, has healed. The night terrors have stopped. I now drive a 2007 pretty little silver Eclipse, with an awesome sound system, leased, at my bosses' suggestion, to be affordable...all the 'big guys' at work lease their cars. I'm still very afraid when I drive, nervous when anyone is too close to my car. That was such a horrible crash! One of my co-workers tells everyone he saw the crash, didn't register that it was me, but that it was the largest backup in the tri-state area that day, like four miles. I feel bad about all the people who were late getting to work, or doctor appointments, or court dates...whatever. It made me think about my life, of course...what if I had hit the divider, flipped my car, and broken my neck? I've been driving into New Jersey from New York about twenty years, and as my sweet bf Peter reminds me, one accident in twenty years is something to put in perspective. Saturday, doing laundry, watching Six Feet Under on TV, sorting through mounds of collections of stickers, some I will send to my brother in Australia to share with his little girl, Sofia...I think she will love the scratch and sniff ones especially...pizza and cola and popcorn...I have to compose a letter to him today. Last night I went to a lecture on the West side of Manhattan about Living Alone Creatively, How Twelve People Do It, by the author Stanley E. Ely. Afterwards I talked to some of the people there, and we were all kinda jaded by the fact that the talk seemed to go towards, "well, no one's come along yet," and two of the people on the panel lived with their two children...living alone, NOT! One woman had just moved in with her bf of six months, and was going on about if she hadn't lived alone, she wouldn't have been so into having him move in. I thought it would be more about how creative one could be with the alone time. But, it was worth Friday night after work time. And the author of the book I believe felt my discomfort with his viewpoint. He was sitting to my right...he made a point, his last words, near the end of the lecture, of how he (gay) regretted never having children to carry on his legacy...something society expected of people...oh, please! Anyway, back to my lovely Saturday all by myself living alone with no-one commenting on what I do with my time, which is the positive way the whole discussion DID start out! It's all good.