When I went home this weekend, I took a rag to Baby Blue. I shined her until she gleamed and changed the oil. I was in the garage a long time, but doing this felt good. After I was satisfied, we went for a ride. It was just around the block because we were both getting back on our feet.

And it felt good.
I felt good.

Tomorrow looks better. But if not tomorrow, maybe the next tomorrow.

It's a strange thought.