My car has been making me nervous lately, so I took half the day off today to take her to the mechanic.

Some of the comments that he made about her good condition made me inordinately proud, considering that my caretaking is indifferent at best. But her tires need rotating and balancing, and that damn differential is striking again, in the form of a leaky seal that needs to be replaced to the tune of $100-$200.

Ah well. You don't have a car for 10 years and 135,000 miles without needing a bit more maintenance than has been needed thus far.

In the meantime, the three boxes I dug out of my closet from the last move has grown to many many boxes (thank you soooo much Jane and Jessa!) that almost take up one whole wall with the stack I've made from packing last night and today. I hope there are no earthquakes, or all those boxes will make quite a mess. Good thing it's just books, cds, and kitchen stuff.

4 hours later ... how mundane is that? Someone just commented that half a day can be harder than a whole one, and I heartily agree. I'm exhausted. Although I did spend half a day packing and carrying boxes, which may have something to do with it.

Happy Hump Day.