I was working again at YC Honda per usual. This time there were Facebook friends from my high school punk days also working there. I was having trouble remembering where to fill the washer fluid reservoir. I had it in my mind that it had something to do with the dome light assembly inside the cabin. Good thing I asked, unfortunately others seemed as mistaken as I was in this belief.
Last time I checked in I was in one type of self-isolationist funk or another. I was pissed at Reinna for ditching me, and I was going to ruminate on that and let myself go all feral. Well, the guinea hens proved too overwhelmingly cute for me not to share with my Facebook friends, so that put a stop to that.
I'm still as lonely as a person can be, out here with just the animals, but at least they provide me with a sense of purpose. Like right now. I gotta go find those keets, who spent the night God knows where, while I had a fitful night of insomnia.
I'll get back to you later. I have plenty of things to talk about, just not the energy to live and talk about living at the same time.
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