So getting rid of the car is a good move. Isn’t it? It’s pouring with rain and howling a gale and I’m waiting at the bus stop to catch the bus to my fifth night shift in a row.
At least it’s not too cold.
And if this turns out to be the lowest point in my new adventure into clearing off our debts then I guess I can count myself lucky.
In the meantime I might indulge myself in a small bout if the poor-me’s!