I hate goodbyes.

I got bit by an earwig.
You read that right - I said an earwig... and it bit me....on the finger.
I saw an earwig in the house - I hit it with the side of my hand to stop it from running away, mission accomplished. I didn't have a tissue nearby and I didn't want it to disappear if I left and came back for it - so I decided I'd just pick the little guy up and escort it to the toilet myself. He had other plans. He bit me! It really hurt! What do you do if an earwig bites you? I don't know.
So I called my mom, the RN.
I was to wash it in alcohol...and put a specific cream on it.
So as an FYI - if you see an earwig - don't pick it up...at least not with your skin exposed... they bite and it hurts.
In other news - tomorrow morning I have to say goodbye to Billy. I'm quite upset about this. Billy (my car) was purchased when I lived in Whitby. He made the move. He joined me a Western. He came with me to Windsor. My dad has drove Billy. My dad also rode in Billy. Billy brought my home when I found out my dad died. I spent many hours just me and Billy as he safely brought me to several destinations. I'd talk to Billy, we'd sing... most of the time he was my home away from home... I lived with Billy and spent more time with him than I probably did living in a house. I didn't get a choice in the matter of giving up Billy. I didn't get to do research as to who my new riding companion would be....and as you should know by now I absolutely am no good with change. I get that Billy is just a car - and cars break, and need to be replaced - and most people would be excited or thrilled at getting a new car - and I get that the new car will come with new memories and such - there's just been too much change in the last year and I'm just not good at putting on a smile and pretending like everything is ok - because it isn't. But that is life. We shall move on. Hopefully towards better times, to always look back fondly on the past and smile with the memories never to forget.