🗓️ Sunday, August 30, 2026 07:20
🌖 Waning gibbous
I have zero interest in going to work. As usual. I guess.
Ashlee is on her way home from a night with her sisters. I guess I’m happy for her. I dunno. Mixed feelings.
The kids were up before they were supposed to be. Guess I’m hiding remotes again.
I’m feeling kinda useless.
Did a bit of work yesterday, but feel like it was wasted, as nothing came of it. The Sebring is dead, and is about to be sold for scrap; that’s the wasted work I did. Finally tore into the bottom and measured things; numbers are all over the place, so she’d need too much work and money out of us. Her body ain’t in the greatest condition anymore to justify that work, either. Maybe she’ll find life as parts for someone else, but I doubt it.
My back hurts.
I’m kinda glad I did the work I did on that car. Now I can stop thinking about it, and not have it on that list of crap I need to do. Instead, I’m probably gonna start thinking about my Durango and what I can try next on getting it repaired. I can’t remember where I was on it, other than needing another hundred bucks worth of transmission fluid.
Honestly, I think I should probably give up on that thing, too. I dunno. Maybe I’ll surprise myself and figure out what its problem is. That’d be nice, because I’m growing more concerned about driving the pickup as much as I am.