14,472 Days Alive
$44.73 Spent on Medication
4 Mega Stuffed Oreos Eaten
2 Rows Left on the Border of Axton’s Blanket
The man who towed my car to the repair shop was a walking, delightful, chain-smoking stereotype. Marlboro Red 33s smoking guy named ‘Joe’ who called me “little lady” and “miss ma’am” during our approximately forty-five minutes together.
He was very nice to me, and very gentle with poor Sherrinford as he loaded him up onto the tow truck. I’ve nicknamed the rental Tempest, as it’s a temporary vehicle in this chaotic storm of a clusterfuck. She’s a Nissan Altima, which I’m still adjusting to, but hopefully it will be only a few days til they give me back my Sherrinford all fixed.
Private messages for images of my poor car will be accepted, but I’m not posting them online at this time. I’m just hoping the car is not declared a total loss. Only time and Caliber Collision will tell.
I’m off to crochet. The internet is out here st home again, so yarn it is!
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 