Karmic Debt Paid in Full-waiting for change

I spent the afternoon trying to figure out how put the muscle on a whore. When I checked in last night a guy was hanging over the upstairs balcony. He bummed a cigarette. But he made me nervous so I slept with the curtain open so I could watch and kept the van locked up tight. Walked the dogs this morning. Getting ready to feed them, I went to the van and got Buster's meds. A black man working on carpet replacement walked by and Honey started to bark so I shut the curtain so she couldn't see him. About noon I went to the van and my Toshiba computer, my change cup, my ditty bag, and my pistol were gone! I went to the front office-no cameras-the clerk said he got robbed of $300.00 two days before. I confronted the dude from the balcony and he played all innocent and said "call the cops" I said I would do just that. Then they left in a rush. I did call the cops. Meanwhile I quizzed the clerk a little and he went through the registration slips. Having been a teacher once upon a time, upside down reading is a cinch. The room had been rented to a lady-a frequent flyer here at the Motel 6. Armed with name and address and Googling and a $1.95 payment to USASearch, I located the person of interest. I debated and debated. I had told the cop my suspicion. He said they would check pawnshops. I want my stuff back! As the day went on I had little frissons of remembrance of what was in the computer bag. Each one made me sadder and madder. I called the number. A man answered-an older voice than Lori W's 32 years of record. I asked for Lori. He was evasive. I broke the connection. I will call some more when I am well down the road.

In between times I had lunch at a pretty good restaurant across the street and got my oil changed. It seems to come due here on the way down or way back. They recognized the air filter. So I felt good about that. Small consolation. I am not sure who to be angry with-the thief, me, the motel, the terrible economy here, the call girl with a crappy customer, the crappy weather that prompted the stayover, or me for being a weenie about driving on, or me. I'm pretty sure I can restore the pictures I had on the computer. To say the day was ruined is an understatement.

I think I can make Gretna, NE tomorrow. I will stop for a meet and greet with Bob and Doris before soldiering on. It is still raining and will get worse here Friday night. I hope I am well beyond it by then. I will leave very early.