There are so many things happening that at some point I hafta throw up my hands and say - it'll all work out. House selling issues. House renting issues. An issue here, an issue there, everywhere an issue issue... I don't even know where to begin, so I'll begin with the end. In the end, all that matters is that I have someone to spend the rest of my life with whom I know I will be happy. That's huge.
And there it must end because I am so damn tired. Gotta sleep. I will say though, I saw my ex in the gym Monday night. And I didn't really care. I mean of course, sort of, but it didn't really matter. I've moved on, as healthy people are wont to do. I guess I'm healthy?
BTW, I don't think that song should be taken literally like it sounds in the song. They didn't even have automobiles in Jesus' time. I don't think he'd be a very good driver.