My car is indeed gone.
Totaled by the insurance company yesterday afternoon.
Is it terribly wrong of me to feel a little heartbroken at the loss?
I felt safe in the little Civic I had dubbed “Sangiovese.”
My skittery mind felt confident in taking him for lone 7-hour drives (a huge accomplishment for a panic-pocked lass like me).
While the blessings far outweigh the negatives of the accident, the crazy, crooked soul does mourn.