Tuesday, July 17, 2012

The day I found out

6 years ago this morning, I called the cops in California to confirm the worst.  I had left only the hope of ignorance; I was pretty sure he was gone, but somehow, having it confirmed was a zillion times worse.

This morning, the first thing I thought about when I woke up was my leaky roof and what we were going to do about it.  The above was the second thing I thought about. 

So, you know, progress.