September 11, 2007
I was at daughter Amandaís apartment tightening the lug nuts on her new tires when she appeared with Dallas, the golden retriever. Amanda got Dallas out of the divorce. I was supposed to have gotten Dallas as Terry abandoned ship to her travel-the-world job while I sorted out the kids, pets, house, and myself. I was too busy to see that she was bailing out and was dumping everything on me. I thought I was dumping on her. I was sick. I had quit/lost my job, Iím not sure which. I guess I quit because I couldnít work any more.