Then I got some errands run, ate some lunch, showered up and headed out to meet Jennifer as we were going to Omaha for our friend Jen's birthday. But as soon as I started driving, my car started making a bad noise. Some sort of scraping a long the wheel, brakes area. I freaked out and made her come get me instead of meeting them. Then I tried to forget about it and celebrate Jen's birthday.
I ate too many snacks and didn't really show any restraint. But we did leave before the cake came out. Which, as much as I love cake, I hardly need to be eating more.
What I hate, is that I am literally in the process of researching, test-driving, and buying a new car. I know my car is only valued at $1500-$2000 trade-in, so paying a $500 bill the week before I turn it over just sounds sickening. And there seems to be quite a bit of back and forth on if I should drive it the six miles across town to my mechanic.
So I was stuck at home on Sunday. I mowed the lawn in brutal heat and was depressed about my situation. Eventually, my mom came over and we went and got pedicures, looked a couple of new cars for me, and I drove her around in my car to hear the noise.
Alls well that ends well. But I still didn't sleep great on Sunday. Just worried about it. I have high-anxiety about not feeling safe. And my car and my house are the two places I expect to feel some safety. So when my house is leaking or my car is growling, my whole life is in tatters.