I'm glad I wrote that yesterday about feeling blesssed, because it was completely and utterly flattened when we discovered last night that Colin's motorcycle was stolen from the apartment complex parking lot. And to make it worse, we only had liability on it, so we are just out our motorcycle. Gone. I can't believe people have it in them to take what is not theirs. Something someone else worked hard and paid for. Something someone else loved. IT SUCKS. That and our stupid house hasn't sold yet and I'm all kinds of disappointed about it.
I hear myself saying "At least _______________." And I think anytime you are saying "At least _______________." is a crappy time where you're grasping for straws.
Sorry to say all that. But it's on my mind and I need to get it out.