Kzintosh beware!
I haven’t heard from the people who are to take me for my epidural today, but I will act as if I have. In view of everything else that has been going on, I don’t really need this to cope with.
Busdaddy is strung out and stressed out and worried sick about his truck and how he will get it fixed. I told him to ask his son and one of his brothers, rather than try and get it all from the same place. $4500 is a lot for anyone to come up with all at once.
And I’m still worried that DMV will fine me out of existence, even if Mr. Bill does pass the smog test this time. This is such a worry. I’m too old to start walking to Walmart again. And too poor to take a taxi home.
Now I’m going to go take a shower and hope to wash some of this doom and gloom down the drain.
I actually did write a 5-page story last night (this morning) and opted not to post it yet. First I want to see about fleshing it out, making it better and seeing if I could submit it somewhere first.