Bye, bye love.

My coffee maker died this morning while brewing a second pot. I know, I know but together we'll get through this. No one feels the pain of loss or the desperate, horrific feelings of abandonment that I do. Where is God is all of this? How are we to make it in this dirty, evil world if our coffee makers are just going to be snatched from us like leaves off trees in Fall? And stuff. Thankfully, I was fully prepared with a back-up coffee maker which will help me get through this harrowing time.

Pray for me.

On a positive note: My watch started working this morning so I now know exactly what day it is. Little consolation when considering my most recent loss but I've learned to take the table scarps from Heaven and not complain. (Too much(ish).)

Check this out:



I found this note stuck into a used book I purchased and found it sweet and fascinating (creepy). The book's a Doctor Who novel published in 1993 and titled "Deceit", written by Peter Darvill-Evans. I purchased the book in Southwest Michigan. If anyone knows who wrote this, email me. I wanna' know if Chris and this secret other person are still together and the "story" behind the note. It's a mystery peoples and we gets us the chance to investigate it. Neat-o-kean.

I really need to get the pdf of AE online.

I picked up six new chairs last night.

I'll pick up more tonight.

Life is odd.

Or is it just me?