Chicken

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a huge chicken. I become terrified after scary movies (the other morning I felt the sheets moving behind me and I was convinced it was the demon from Paranormal Activity--even though logically I knew it was probably the cat it took me 5 minutes to turn around because what if the cat wasn't there and it was the cat in case you were worried) and when I watch crime shows like Criminal Minds I just wait to be murdered in some horrific way.

Occassionally I walk the dogs down a service road through a conservation area behind our house. The road ends at an old gravel pit. Cars can't go back there, but people ride dirt bikes, etc. back there. I constantly tell myself that it can't be too scary because teenagers go back there to play (or smoke pot or make out or whatever tweens do now). And even though our 80 lb boxer is a huge chicken, too, I have to believe she'd protect me if the need arose.

But my good friend Emily sends me an article today about how they found someone's skull in the woods outside Boston! Really Emily???? Now there's no way I'm gonna walk down that stupid road through the woods. I already look for murdered people on my normal walks...my eagle eyes are going to be in overdrive expecting to see dead people around every tree stump and hollow.

I think it always pays to be careful and I hope that I do practice good safety (I always have to yell at Paul to lock the doors behind him--he is not careful). So, I hope you all are staying safe, too, and making smart decisions. Pay attention to the people around you (I always make eye contact with people and say hi to them because I want them to know that I see them and I heard people are less likely to attack you if they think you've seen them).

I did go slogging tonight (aka slow jog) and Paul met me after his run. I was proud of myself because I feel like I'm getting a cold and I still went!

Time to shower and bed! Sleep tight my peeps!