Today is Thursday, April 6.
April. SIXTH. Did you get that?
I just realized when I woke up this morning that it's not January, which feels right. It's April.
I can't remember if the "time flies" concept faded into existence, or if there was an event that started it - such as graduating school or my daughter's birth - but I know that things are moving far too fast. I want less drama and more relaxation, but being settled seems to move time even faster... so maybe a heavy workload and constant personal issues are my ally. I dunno.
My daughter received her early birthday gift yesterday, a 1994 Ford Taurus, her first car. She's really happy, and that's therapeutic for me. Her mother and I bought it from a private party, the stereotypical "little old lady," age 90, who had kept it in the garage, and only put 67,000 miles on it.
Her mother negotiated the deal, and it turns out we got totally hosed! This old broad knew how to work it. According to www.kbb.com, it's worth about $1,800. We ended up paying $2,500, because "someone had offered her $3,000." And, as part of the deal, my daughter has to take this woman to the doctor whenever she needs to go... which at that age, could be twice a week. I'm telling you, we got completely screwed on this deal.
I bet that woman is a total cutthroat witch at the Bingo table.
I have a really crazy day, so I'm out. The good news is, maybe the day will go by slow.