Monday, Sept. 23, 2002
Dear Diary:

Missy considers herself the official greeter at Craig's Garage and so when I stepped out of the Marnmobile she immediately stuck her nose in my crotch.

Yes, there are many, many ways to say, "Hi, how are ya? Didya have a good weekend?" and apparently this is one of them.

I can testify that having a nose jammed in your nether regions, followed by loud snuffling sounds as owner of said nose inhales deeply, really does help shake the last of those Monday morning mental cobwebs.

I have mentioned that Missy is a dog, right?

It's that time of year again, time to get the Marnmobile ready for the thrills and chills of a Canuckian winter. Craig is undercoating it today, checking the brakes, the fluids and the tires.

Yep, soon the Marnmobile will be in peak condition, all 420 chipmunks worth of power throbbing under the trembling hood.

I wish it was as simple for me. Lately I've been feeling slightly off-kilter, restless. Maybe it's the encroaching winter. Maybe I need a new interest. I don't know what it is, but I feel something is missing.

Like my car, I need a fall tune-up.

I just don't quite know how to do it.

--Marn

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