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At the end of last week I was completely exhausted. I was on call, and our operators had forgotten how to do the backups, so they called me at oh-dark-thirty nightly with some stupid thing or other. One of my co-workers was out with a throat infection, which meant that I was on point for all the mail stuff. And we had to get all the servers patched because Microsoft put out the RED ALERT for one of the patches that was released. So I got to come in at 7 am Saturday as well.

After my work items were dealt with, and I got a quick and refreshing trip to the Farmer's Market in (mmmmm ... greens and Fatted Calf calabrese ....), I got ready for my busy volunteer weekend. Since it was a Football Saturday, I was determined to not drive in, the better to save my parking spot in the lot for someone else. The Fabulous Fifty-One (as ayse calls it) would take me to the church door. The dinner went well and Scott and I closed the place down. The downside, of course, was that I had to wait for the bus to take me home, and it wasn't in any hurry to come pick me up.

So, I stood across from the church at the bus stop, and I had time to contemplate things. I'm interested in how we can improve our signage to take advantage of our Location-Location-Location, so after a few minutes standing at the stop, one such improvement became blazingly obvious. As I was visualizing the future sign, I was also noting that a lot of the traffic seemed to be somewhat reckless, especially in an area where there were many crosswalks and a lot of pedestrians. So of course I thought "this is how poor Brigid met her demise" and started fussing about that. (I don't remember if I had a chance to catch up on my blogs before or after I headed off Saturday afternoon, but a lot, and I mean a lot, of people I regularly read had lost pets recently.)

I was continuing to more or less focus on the corner of the church property (where I think the new sign should go) and then ... I sensed a serene gray tabby presence sitting up and paying attention there, Queen of her domain. She acknowledged me but made no move to cross the street, nor did I. We looked at each other across the street - blink, blink. Then she faded out. After I finished burbling I was extremely pleased that I had been favored with a visit. When I finally got home (and the 51 took its sweet time), I picked Maggie up and carried her around the house cooing at her.

At 8 am the next morning I didn't have the same sense of missing Brigid incredibly. She was keeping an eye on us.