Day 88: 12,685
This week has just been one thing on top of another. I took Ginger to get groomed in Montrose and thought, "Self, why don't you take yourself to lunch?" So I did. And when I came back, my car was dead. I tried calling Patrick and my phone died. I spent about an hour looking for a payphone and it's scary how hard it is to find a payphone now. While I was wandering, Superhero Patrick somehow found my dead car, jumped it, and headed back to work! At the end of it all, I was slightly sunburned, very irritable but very, very thankful for my magic Patrick man.