where there's smoke, there's... nothing left?

So, I'm writing this from Becky's place as... I don't have one. No, I didn't get kicked, locked or hauled out. There's no "place" to haul out of. Whole building burned to the ground. Yes, that. Smoking pile. Embers.

Fuck. I can't begin to catalog what I just lost. Somebody owes me big for this.

Renter's insurance. I knew I forgot something.

Goddammit, just when you think you're safe.

4/1

If I'd really just lost everything I owned, would I really be making a journal entry about it? Yeesh.

That said, I'd hate to have to deliver actual bad news on such a day.

Thanks for the concern, those of you who had it, and let this be a lesson: consider renter's insurance.