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 I feel like something is off this morning, and I cannot put my finger on just what that off-thing might be. Is it because we are getting into the gloomy days of mid-fall, and it has been overcast and raining? Is this just the psychic sludge of worrying about how to afford my car repairs, and how to keep my car from giving me CO2 poisoning until I can do so? Is it the approach of Halloween, and the accompanying stresses of making sure all the Spawn are prepped, making sure I don't fail out on posting Nightmare Fuel Project image prompts? Is it the rapid loss of connection and community that I am experiencing as I firmly step away from G+ and find myself doing so in a very different direction than many of the people that I have been in daily or near-daily touch with for the better part of a decade? 

Perhaps, as I look up at that paragraph, it is all those things.

Yesterday when I got home from work I rearranged some of the tall black kitchen shelves closest to the window (like the ones you can see over my shoulder, but on the other side) so that there was room to put up the plants I had brought in. The rosemary and fern are still doing just fine. The baby spider plant looks iffy, and I think I might need to brutally prune back the wilty parts of the big spider plant so that what few strong parts remain will really be able to make it.

On the work front, I had the experience this week of, for the first time in a long, long time, being in a group of people going in together on a thing. In this case, we all chipped in $5 toward buying Mega Millions tickets, because it had reached $1.6b, and even if half of that went to taxes and it got split 8 ways, a hundred million dollars would change my life forever. Alas, we did not win. One of our customers pointed out (and rightly so) that it makes more sense, if one is going to lottery-gamble, to do so when the pot is not so high, on the idea that when it is big far more people will buy tickets, and more of them, which greatly changes the odds of any one ticket having the winning numbers.

I was thinking this morning about how the lottery is kind of like a Go-Fund-Me where the beneficiary is a surprise.

There's a little time before work, and maybe I should spend it tidying up, but instead I am going to see if I can find some writing/roleplaying options here in the Dream.

Hello, Blisstopia.<3
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I gave myself an extra twenty minutes in bed this morning, although I did not sleep for any of it. That was typical for the night, though. 

You see, I took my car in to the shop yesterday. You remember, we were all hoping it was going to be an inexpensive fix, like the heat shield replacement or something. Well, it’s an “or something,” but not an inexpensive one: the entire exhaust system except for the manifold need replacement. Also, my brakes. All to the tune of over three grand.

Y’all, I do not have three grand. I only started this job four months ago, and I was feeling good about pulling together half a grand on short notice. *headdesk*

So I had them replace the bulbs that needed replacing, and do the oil change, and I have applied for a loan through my credit union. I should hear back on that next week. In the meantime, I borrowed Secret Agent Lover Man’s car last night to take the Eldest Spawn to his dad’s, and then also this morning to get to work, because it makes me super uneasy to drive my car knowing that CO2 is leaking into the cabin.

Borrowing the car meant not leaving till 5, and with traffic I didn’t get home till half past ten. I had a coffee to carry me through, so I don’t think I was actually asleep until close to midnight.

At 3am, the smoke alarm went off. It was very exciting for a couple minutes, but ultimately we sorted out that it was because SALM had set up The humidifier underneath the smoke detector, not realizing how sensitive it is to water vapor. he turned it off. I calmed Youngest. We went back to sleep.

At 5am the cable to his smartphone started to malfunction, the flow of electricity to the phone stopping and starting, and every time the phone chimed. Irregularly. After a dozen or so chimes I elbowed him awake and asked him to take care of it, and he did with all suitable apologies.

Now I am at work, and so stressed, and so tired. There is espresso and sugar in my coffee.  I will edit in the selfie later, because it is not happening on the phone.

Hello, Blisstopia.<3
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Me drinking coffee


Last night I went and visited my parents for the second day in a row. This time it was just me, meeting up with my dad, and we went down to the harbor to pull the boat out for the season. Even though I no longer live with my folks, this remains a thing that he largely asks me to come and do with him, and I always say yes. We've done it together often enough, the putting in and taking out of the boat, that there's pretty much no need for giving instruction any more. We each know what needs doing, and we do it efficiently.

This time we did it differently, though. Rather than dad driving the boat in to the boat ramp and then me standing knee deep in the water with one hand on a bow line and one hand on a rail to hold the craft steady in the water while he went and got the truck and trailer to back down the ramp, we began with backing the trailer down into the water, and he went and got the boat to drive directly onto the trailer. It worked like a dream, up onto the padded rails in one shot, and with the new tiedowns he got we were on the road to home in record time.

On the way home, my car started making A Noise. It was basically awful, a sort of rattling that is louder when the car is idling. I pulled into a station, checked the oil, put some in Just In Case, and did a visual check of my undercarriage as best I could in the dark. Nothing is dangling. I made it home without incident, but since I am due for an oil change anyway I will be making an appointment, hopefully for Friday. My best guess is some kind of hole or disconnect somewhere in the muffler/exhaust system. I am not looking forward to how much that fix is going to cost me.

This is coming on top of me flubbing funds availability for a Comcast payment, which they attempted to take out twice and I got hit with a NSF fee both times. Forty bucks it cost me, and I am pissed that they tried the second payment without contacting me first, and I am even more pissed with myself for mucking up that funds availability.

Between this and the car, my savings is going to be shot by the end of the week, and a nice thing I was going to do for myself is going to have to get put off indefinitely.

Jury is still out on whether or not I'm going to buy myself payday flowers, because I'm really not feeling the love for me right now.

You, though. YOU are great.

Hello, Blisstopia.<3