We're All Just Searching For Something Bigger Than We're All Able to Find
All These Scrapes On Our Knees Tell Us Where We Have Been, Where We Have Bled I have landed solidly in the camp of high disdain with Abby. I'm not sure whether it could ever have been avoided, but I can say that my ride with her to Red Robin last week, and my anxiety riven self didn't win me any favors when I warned her she was about to hit a parked car when backing up, and directing her to move closer to the middle of the lane when she was hugging a bit to close to the right side of a street with parked cars on it. As an aside, I drove her car to Les Schwab and dropped it off for an brake job and alignment. They are doing the job tomorrow. The disconnect came pretty swiftly before that. I noticed she stopped coming to hang out with me at all. It had been a nightly routine. But, it ceased. She even has largely stopped coming to see the dog, as she was doing pretty frequently, but does come say goodnight to him every night. At least that. Otherwise, she hid...