Dammit. This morning I woke up pissed that my car was stolen.
I know that's normal. I feel violated. I wonder if it would have made a difference to them if they knew who I was, the work I do, the passions I have...the hope that I have for all communities to prosper...
but for now I feel pissed because my tent was in Jane's trunk. So was my PFD for the river, and music that seems irreplacable and a pair of sandals Frances and Maritza gave me.