Stress levels are about normal now

So the weekend of ridiculous stress is finally over with, and we head back to work today. The funeral's done, the Aveo is for sale up on Craigslist and I have had a few people interested in it that I need to get back with. Only one has made a firm offer, the rest want me to call/text them. I am not inclined to do that - I would rather email. I HATE using the phone. I despise texting. It can come in handy at times, but mostly I find it annoying. If you want to say something to me and you are in the same house, why not get up and TELL me? If you are not in the same house, CALL. I may be a bit hard of hearing but I would rather talk than text.

I did not get much needlework or writing done, and certainly did not get those tomatoes going as I wanted. I was so stressed out that it was difficult to concentrate at all. I think I spent most of it sleeping so I did not have to have my head going round and round with worry. We did find me a new-used car and got it all set up Title is transferred, plates transferred, insurance ditto. It is a 2001 Ford Escort ZX2 2-door coupe, white. Not the best as it does need a few minor things worked on, but mostly stuff that is easily and cheaply fixed. For example, the coolant reservoir. We can not seem to find one out of a junker, but that will happen eventually. It has a crack or small hole in the fill neck which hubby has fixed with epoxy, recommended by the auto parts store. The dash lights do not work, so we have to find some tiny touch lights of some kind to shine on the dash for driving after dark. But it runs decent and has about 100K less miles on it than the Aveo, so it has not had the crap driven out of it yet. It will last for a couple of years, I think. What does need work is minor, unlike poor little Victor the Aveo. And this thing is automatic rather than being a standard, so I do not have to worry about arthritis bugging me while I am driving and having to shift, nor do I have to fight the transmission to keep it in gear.

And yes, the funny thing is that even though I KNOW it is an automatic, I keep trying to reach for the shifter and clutch. That is going to take a while. But boy, did it handle the mountain road with no problems. So while it is not my cute little car, I will be okay with the Escort. Now I need to write a bit on my book, and work a bit on my store, and then head to work. Hugs and love, all.