Good morning, Undeaders.
It was a rough night. I had a very hard time falling asleep, and it was well into the wee hours before I did so.
This morning, I feel hung over because of it.
Most of the night was spent worrying about the truck and wondering how long it will take to get it fixed. I really need it, because I have several medical appointments coming up in the next few weeks.
I need to call the guy and find out if he is going to take it to really look at it, or if I have to find an overpaid mechanic. Either way, it has to be soon.
I have trouble even remembering all the things I’m too anxious about!
Suddenly the news is making me feel queasy. I’m going to find Pat and have him do math.