Not sure why I chose that as my title.
I went from having a moderately disturbed day (changing my schedule always does that) to having a completely frustrating and somewhat depressing (in the non-clinical sense) day full of concern over buying tires and fixing brakes and hoping my car can hold out just a few more months so I can make it sell-able.
Plus I’m very tired. I didn’t mention it this morning but I didn’t fall asleep until well after three. I’m tempted to go fetch some coffee but that would require me to stand up and, you know, move. However, if I got coffee, I could get food since I skipped breakfast this morning.
So. The oil has been changed, the air filter replaced, tires must be purchased soon, and brakes must be fixed in the next few months. I love my precious but I think the time has come for everyone to admit that she really does have 222,000 miles and isn’t going to be the car for me much longer.