Went to garage sales, bought things for my ridiculous wonderful car, like, "CONGRATULATIONS" sign. Met woman motorcyclist who had a nice chat for me. Told her maybe I'd meet her on some first Sat. of the month at the Shed in Woodstock, which, I'm told, is fun.
Remembered I had pizza in my car, so pulled over and ate pizza, with beer.
I am living the perfect life, alone. And it is hell!