There will be no new car today. It is Veterans Day. The banks are closed. Nobody thought of this in advance.
I have a reprieve. It is nice. After sobbing this morning while Shawn drove away "for the very last time" in the Mitsubishi, I feel comforted to know that I get to do it again tomorrow. No, really, I really do feel better. Maybe tomorrow I will be ready for the transition and I won't cry. Maybe Dr. Seuss was a Republican.
Does this look like a little girl who would grow up to be a basket case about an old car? What has happened to me in the last forty years?