I have not been posting lately because my job has me working in overdrive and we're preparing to reach settlement on a house as well as packing up the condo. Last night, we were planning on seeing Pacific Northwest Ballet as a date night treat, but it was canceled due to a COVID outbreak. After a short walk and some dessert, we were heading home and had entered a tunnel when a mentally ill woman jumped on our car and was screaming at us. I was driving. I'm condensing the incident a lot but she bashed in the windshield with a skateboard and glass fragments fell over the driver's side seat. I was terrified and angry to the point where I wanted to hurt her severely. I have never been in a situation where my and my husband's safety was so threatened and help didn't come promptly. The woman stole some petty cash from me but she stole something more precious, my peace of mind and empathy for others in distress. I doubt I will ever drive in a tunnel again or visit downtown Seattle for pleasure or entertainment any time soon. Psychic wounds can be as painful,
if not more so, than physical wounds and my healing will be a prolonged process but I am a fighter.