In a new low, even for me, I did go around Wednesday night after Dog School. He wasn't in. No car on drive, so I swung it around and headed home. I brooded all day yesterday, fucked off agility training and went there again. Car was there but no lights on. I knocked, just in case.

No answer. I sat in my car for an hour  (why, Charbs, why?) and then gave up and went home. Not proud as his Ring doorbell would tell him that, whereever he was.

Its not about wanting my gin back anymore. Its about not wanting to have yet another person treat me like shit...

And on a semi-related note, the Mothership came into land last night and I had to collect her at 2.30 this morning.

Yay me.