Just came back in from cleaning up the street in front of my place. The roommate was out front, letting Baby have a walk, when the people next door lobbed an empty beer bottle out into the street. Breaking glass all over, right at the end of my driveway. He yelled at them and they went over and picked up the big pieces, but we went out and swept up the rest. Must have made them feel guilty, cause they all jumped in the car and left while we were doing it.
The news doesn't sound encouraging on the roommate's truck. They are going to do some more tests tomorrow, but, if it's what they think it is, not good. So, in the mean time, the roommate is driving my car. Taking me in to work and picking me up. Which isn't a big deal, unless I were to get one of those afternoon delight offers, to go meet someone for a quickie. Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen.
Oh, well, time for bed.