I got back from vacation tonight, and it was a decent one too. I mean I got to dive and have a good time. I had time to visit Port Charlotte, FL where I’d visited my grandparents in the winters and spring break as a child. There, I’d found their old home (they’re deceased) and it was vacant. It was a nice trip down memory lane nonetheless. I couldn’t help remember all the good times my grandfather and I used to have.
When I got home I found out that the person watching my house dropped my wall clock and it was irretrievably broken. It was gifted to me from my grandfather. A nautical clock by the Maritime Clock Company in California.
Fuck. I’m really upset. What the fuck am I going to do. I guess sleep it off tonight.