Routine Apparitions, a fictional novel in blog form

Keith Abbott woke up in his garage in Colorado.  He always liked being in the garage because it was where he could work. Except now his garage was not his own garage. Ever since he died the garage had become a foreign territory. This didn’t stop him from continuing to like his garage on 1046 Grant Street, but what flummoxed him was that he kept looking for his notebook. He could not find it. Maybe he left it at the bar. He tried to remember what had been his last entry. It might be a clue to where he had left the notebook. The people who had bought his house were having an argument again. Julie and Roy had a rocky  relationship. They had problems at their low-paying jobs and problems with their concerned families. And although their situations evolved from time to time, none of these changes offered a lick of resolution to anything. Listening to Julie and Roy argue more was like trying to suck menthol out of an old cigarette butt in front of a 7-11. There wasn't much point. K...