welcome home

I have my car back after five long days without it and I feel great. How I lived before I drove i'll never know - it has been like missing a limb (not to trivualise that particular ailment). But now we are together again. It may be old and rusted and I will likely be cursing it when the bill comes in, but for this moment it is an old friend welcomed on its return.

I like the safe feeling I have of knowing it's just outside, waiting for me should I need it. Like those times when you have to have chocolate.

At 3am.