MPH

Insanity took charge for a bit last night. Net result, a new batch of clutter to which I must attend. Clutter from my car. My old car. The one being replaced by a [drum roll] new car. Not a new used car, mind you. A brand-spanking, off-the-truck, not-a-mile-on-it, new car. A for the first time ever in my many decades upon the face of this planet new car.

Wow.

Naturally, I am a bit excited. Also a bit worried, too. Extra monthly cost, worries about parking lots, fears of other idiot bozo-types on the road, extra monthly cost. Yeah, I am doing some serious mental math even as I type this. Time to empty Mom's storage unit. Time to quit smoking. Time to grow my own food. Time to give up stuff. Time to sell stuff.

Time to take a nap.

OK, so I'll do the dishes first, then sort through the stuff I pulled from the old car, then find a place for said stuff, then do something with the stuff that I will have to move to place the stuff is said place. Ugh. Can my brain race any faster?

Oh, and I have a dollar (from the old car) for the first person who emails me and tells me they read this.