I just got back from washing the van. I hate to admit to being so materialistic, but I couldn't help but think that it was wonderful to finally have a vehicle that can be cleaned up. It looks wonderful. I realize that this probably makes me a yuppie-wannabe, but I can't help it. I'm proud of it.

I took the van by the cemetery and visited Loretta's grave. Yes, yes. I know that Loretta isn't in that grave. But it's something to focus on. I like to think that Lo is watching. So whenever I spin around in that van, I have to think about how happy Loretta would be to drive it.