Yes, I'm still singing. It is the end of a very long day. My mind did start working better about mid-way through the afternoon. I got through one stack of paperwork, almost. It wasn't as horrendous as I thought it was going to be, but I kept reminding myself to not freak out, that I wasn't going to get everything done in one shift. It sort of worked, but "Here Comes Santa Claus" helped, as well.
On top of returning to work, I also brought my car into the garage for an oil change and check-up. The mechanic called me about 10 a.m. to say that my car was done, but there was a $300-plus repair that was needed. I told the mechanic, "Thank you, but I can't afford to spend $300 dollars on my car at the moment." It sort of left the guy speechless. Then I called another local garage and made an appointment to bring my car in for an estimate. I told the mechanic at the second garage, "Basically, I'm looking for an estimate substantially less than $300." We'll see how it goes.
George Clooney has the same frames, I hear |
Sing with Saint Marty: Bells are ringin'. Children singin'. All is merry and bright...
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