W told me OM texted her today because he needed to get his grill that he brought over one time for a cookout several weeks ago. It's sort of funny, she won't even say his name anymore if she ever mentions him. She calls him "whats-his-face" or "the guy". She told me she said him not to knock, just to grab it and go.
I'm definitely having a case of the post-R blues. I wonder if this is how runners feel after they finish a race they've been training for!
