All those metaphors

Lou's camper burned down last night. We're all okay; Sonny and I were outside in his car, and Cocoa woke Lou up in time for him to get out before the propane caught.

The Red Cross put us up in a nice room for the next two nights, and I have somewhere to go after that. I didn't have much inside, and with the exception of one or two things, nothing I'll miss.

There's a HUGE chunk of back-story missing here, I know. I have had no spoons and no fucks to give.

Things have actually been looking up lately, I swear.