My Sunday was a disaster and thank goodness for a land line

Sunday was a serious disaster. I first started to trying to get to church, but Gen JaXson wouldn't start. But a few hits with my hot box I was going, however with the returning of the hot box to the shop, got stuck. So my wonderous Cell phone got a bit to soggy, and wouldn't boot. So took it to a fellow Knyte to dry it out. So no Cell phone, but at least I have the Landline so still can get in coming tow calls, but that's about all. With my energy levels completely extinguished and died until 22:00 got something to eat, watched St.Elmos Fire and am about ready to go to sleep. 
This past weekend must have been very frustrating for my SheWolf and all. The reason I'd just assoon be alone, is the way this time of year makes me feel. While SheWolf and many others including those in my LDS Ward. There's like em or not, but families. Mom's, Dad's, Children, and so on. Me I'm all by myself. Oh sure there's the Club, Rick, even Syd and all when they leave I'm still alone. No Charlie to go eat with , not presents from Charlie's or other friends and crew. I look at a box of 25" that displays all kinds of reasons to be giddy, yet I'm fully alone. No visits from the Ward, no big box of oranges, nothing. I stare at 4 walls, and cry over memories of my Mom and Dad, and Christmas's and holidays at that big house near Hazzard Idaho. We didn't have a lot of material things be we had a family. Sure gifts and all we plentiful toys and things downstairs, upstairs ,shop garage and all, but out front it was all snowed in and outside of that old Massey to plow snow, we didn't go no where except to tow. My Mom could make magic out of some of the most modest things, and we did eat. Oh did we eat. Especially on Sunday's, Mom made this spegettii sauce that quite honestly should have been marketed. It would make Prego bland. My dad would build a Christmas display that I think guided aircraft. Gone are those days except in my heart. But it still doesn't hurt any less , when it does, and this season arrives each year, what I need the most, is solitude and peace, kind of the Wolf that hurts its leg and just need to be alone to lick my mounds. And that's why SheWolf, I just don't feel like talking on the phone, or texting, or even being at Church. I just want to be by myself. 
If ya'll need to getin touch use my landline. TTLY