Things didnít go so well again today, but I think I handled it better than yesterday.
When my car wouldnít start this morning, I knew what I had to do. I walked away. I locked it up and went back in the house for fifteen minutes, and when I tried again it started just fine. It started again at the post office and the gas station and the mall where I got my hair cut. I was taking a big chance making that many stops, but from past experience it seems it wonít refuse to start more than once in a day.
That car sure is muddy, though. If I get the mud removed from my driveway this weekend, as the landlord promised, I can wash my car and take it in for its scheduled major service next week. Iíll have to take it in next week either way, but it would be nice if I could hose most of the mud off it first. Then it wonít be quite as embarrassing to leave it with the dealer (who will wash it again, as always).
As badly as the day started, getting my car filled with gas improved my mood. And getting a haircut really helped, although I donít think itís any better than any of the dozens of haircuts Iíve complained about over the years. They never quite get it right, but at least this stylist made an effort. Or maybe she just made an effort to pretend to make an effort. Anyway, she got a nice tip for her effort, real or imagined.
What really made this day better (aside from the fact that I made it home and didnít have to go out again) was that I got some work done. Iíll have the W-2s ready to mail by Monday, and I got all the bills paid I could possibly pay (mostly because the company checking account is down under $400; weíre going to need a little help before I can do next weekís payroll — even my own).