Conservation of Vehicles

While doing laundry yesterday, I realized that my bike seems to have gone missing. The helmet was there on the floor, but no bike. Nowhere in the bike-filled basement was mine. I asked the landlord if he'd moved it (he didn't think so) and we searched high and low, but the only conclusion is that someone has made off with it. I don't know why they had to pick mine, as there are several bikes in the basement, but there you go.

At least I won't have to move it, I'm thinking. But when I get up to the new place and feel myself needing a bike, I reckon I'll be pretty peeved.

However, I did purchase a car yesterday. A zippy little black 13-year old Mazda. Signed the title, mailed in the forms, got me a car. I've never bought a car before, so this is pretty cool. Feeling just that much more like a grownup. I'll put up some pictures when I get some.

So it's conservation of vehicles. One of Newton's laws, I think. One in, one out. I have other things to worry about at the moment, like packing, finishing my Chapter Three revisions (WILL IT NEVER END?!) and slaughtering the growling monstrosity that seems to have evolved from my sinkful of dishes.