No car for us today. In typical slacker fashion, today was the loosely appointed date to do the deal...and the seller seems to have gone off somewhere. Or maybe he's just not answering his phone, it's kind of hard to tell. In theory I suppose I could go down to his house & pound on the door, but that smacks of effort. Today is supposed to be about the surcease of effort.
I only wish it were the surcease of tension; for some reason I'm as jumpy as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs. Suddenly Saturday, my one day of indulgence, just isn't enough. Which is crap; one day a week of doing whatever I please is more than enough. I've been too busy to swing this day of rest thing since September, and doing this during my practicum was supposed to be the luxury that made it all worthwhile. I don't know what's wrong with me.
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1 year ago today: my life is the kind of life that can be lived just as well sick as healthy: there's a lot of sitting down and contemplating the view from the car on the best of days.
