I'VE BEEN REPLACED BY A SPORTS CAR

Yes, folks, it's true. A little yellow two-seater was parked on "my side" of the garage when I stopped by FS's today to remove the last of my items from the shed. He says it's a midlife crisis car. I say yeah, sure. You go right ahead and tell yourself that. But just remember, it won't make you younger, smarter, or longer lasting.

(was that nasty? do I care?)

Speaking of which, aside from seeing him this morning when he wasn't supposed to even be at home, life is moving ahead and, black moments aside, I'm getting on with things. I even replaced a deadbolt yesterday all by myself. I got skills, baby.