There are bad days and then there are BAAAAAAD days
This has nothing to do with publishing but I woke up this morning, got ready to go and then looked outside to see a big empty space where the car had been parked last night.
I’m not sure why anyone would want to steal that seven-year-old Dodge. It’s a fine car but a little worn down. The police say there’s a good chance of recovering it within the first 48 hours, after that I guess it’s not too likely. I really hope they find it. Our insurance doesn’t cover theft or any damage that’s done to the car while it’s stolen.
This wouldn’t suck so bad if we hadn’t had to junk John’s rattletrap last month.
current mood: crushed