Unexpected

My car is gone. Missing. Stolen. I'm not freaking out or anything -- it's more a state of surreality (is that a word?) with maybe a touch of denial. Mostly I'm upset because it means that I'll have to miss the dog parade on Sunday. (I can take public transportation, but Loki can't.) Everything else in my life -- work, school, gym, grocery, library -- is (relatively) easily accessible on foot or public transportation. I'm grateful for that. This is going to be a hassle no matter what (unless by a miracle-of-miracles it shows up quickly, and in one piece); I can't imagine how tough it would be if I really needed to have a car to get places.

Wish me luck.