That was the first sentance of the letter I received today from my insurance company. I thought perhaps this was some sort of a resolution. Not so. They are merely complying with some random state law about stolen vehicles. They still have not found (what's left of) my car, nor have they given up whatever they consider to be "hope". No. It'll be at least 3 more weeks before they make any final determination about my $26,500 loss. In the mean time, I am expected to make payments. On a car I no longer posses. FUCK. ME.
On the plus side, I think my ass is enjoying all the walking I've been having to do. So there's always that.