Just wanted to check in. I’m walking every where due to my car going to the junk yard on moving weekend. I’m exhausted between work, dealing with the dynamic duo at work, getting this place comfortable, and not being used to walking miles to get to and from work.
I’m already worried about money, (I kind of expected that) and finding a new to me car that I can afford. The PTSD is kicking up again. I was twitching talking about this crap on moving day.
Otherwise we’re ok. Crazy is quiet, good or bad, who knows. I won’t tell anyone where I live or accept rides home. I’m not taking any chances.