It’s been a body-blow kind of week”you know the type: one hit, and just when you’re pulling yourself off the mat, there’s another hit and the only thing going for you is the fact that you keep getting off the mat despite the broken teeth and bleeding nose¦but I was coming home tonight, heading toward a grey sky and trying to outrun the coming storm¦Five for Five was playing on the i-pod and the windows were down, letting in the cold air, and I thought, I’m heading to place with dogs, cats, emails from friends, and hugs from those who love me best, and I thought, let the rain come and the punches roll like thunder. I’ve got all the shelter I need¦