Had an interesting experience this morning; while on my usual walk to meet up with W, I passed a house with a large black dog (pointer build, but more like the size of a lab) standing on the porch. The dog was facing the closed front door, looking at it expectantly - as I walked past, I said something to the effect of, "Hey pooch, who's inside?" The dog turned, stared, started barking, and ran at me.

I guess I started to run and then stopped - somehow I ended up with my back against a large black (or dark silver?) truck - the dog came out of the yard, onto the sidewalk, and grabbed my elbow in its mouth. I was a bit distracted, so I'm not sure when, but at some point the owner of the dog came running out of the house screaming at the dog to get back inside - the dog did go, the man apologized, and I said something to the effect of, 'Its okay' and kept walking. (I later realized that I was in a state of shock - it actually took me over an hour before I could cohesively put together my memory of what had occurred.)

This evening, my elbow is bit discolored, but nothing too bad. I did call it in as an 'aggressive but not immediately dangerous' animal. I actually feel a bit guilty doing so, mostly because I know how much people love their pets - and, at the same time, I know that I would feel a million times worse if I let it go and someone else was more seriously injured by the animal.

Tomorrow is Father's Day.

I wrote him an amazing letter (well, I think it's amazing, I suppose that'll be decided tomorrow when he reads it) - maybe I'll type that up tomorrow.

113 days until my wedding.

I know I should probably get used to this, but it still kind of amazes me (in that warm, fuzzy, 'hey-wouldja-lookit-that' way) that he and I can spend all day together, and when I get home after spending eight, ten, twelve hours around him, I still don't want to kill him, or even really need any time to myself. I'm sure that not all days will be like this, and right now, they are, and I love it. He really is my better half; he brings out the parts of me that I want to see more of, and he does it simply by being himself.

I'm reading this memoir, right now - it's called, "Life's That Way" by Jim Beaver, and I was thinking about how much life has changed. In SO many ways, really - 2010 seems to be the year that the Universe decided it was time for me to 'grow up' - and right now, in the sense that about a year ago, W and I were afraid that he might have lung cancer, and we were both scared to death.

Maybe it's morbid, but I think that part of the reason we appreciate each other so much is that we're aware of our own mortality, and that of the other person's. Most people go through life with a sort of bubble around themselves - 'everyone but me and mine' - and in doing so, they miss a lot of those moments of, 'Wow, this is really special.'

I don't know. Now I'm rambling.

More later, and happy Father's Day to all those dads out there.