where, oh where has my little car gone?

I had planned to spend some time today writing about the rest of the operas this weekend (I was, overall, very happy) and about "Phase I degeneration" of the discs in my neck (won't that be fun?). But then we woke up to find our "new" car, a '94 Saturn that we bought two weeks ago, gone. Erik came in from walking KD and said, "Where did you park the Saturn?" Not a great way to start the day.

So I've been a big funk all day, not getting much done at all. Amazing how losing one's (newly acquired) mobility can but a damper on the day. On the bright side, it is another gorgeous day, so instead of driving out to the big dog park, KD and I just walked to the ball field a mile away. Cleared my head a bit.

But I'm still mad.