This sucks. I hate being in this place in my life. Today, anger came out. Your friend Petey has been here every day for a week. Often, more than once a day. Wanting to work for a little cash. Wanting a ride here or there. Wanting to use a phone. He's a nice enough guy - but enough already. I told him that he can come by - just not every day. 

Of course, he showed up again after that. Your dog had gotten loose. Where did she go? Why, she ended up over at Petey's, of course. So he brought her back - and wanted a ride.

In between Petey's visits, I had to try to get your Crapillac running. Petey had needed gas for the mower and the can was in the trunk. Getting the trunk open was easy; of course, it has a motor that needs power to firmly shut it. And the battery was dead. Our neighbor Jason tried jumping it, then charging the battery. No dice. Looks like the Crapillac will be sucking more cash out of me before I get rid of it.

If you'd been here, you would have listened to me rant, picked your moment, then said something silly like, "I love that car." I'd have told you that you were crazy - but you'd still have made me smile. I miss those simple exchanges. I miss how perfect your arms felt around me.   This being without you sucks.