I woke up to a temperature of 47 degrees. It feels WONDERFUL. If it gets too warm in a car, most people turn off the heat. I prefer to roll down the window. That’s one of the many stereotypical things Minnesotans do.
Since July, I’ve rented a Kia that smelled like smoke, a Chevy Malibu, a Toyota 4 Runner, and Jeep Compass. I’m leasing hubby’s co-worker’s Jeep Wrangler until the car is fixed. It took a call and letter to the SC Department of Insurance to get the insurance companies to figure out their shit. One company has decided 70% liability but the other refuses the remainder. Apparently being stopped at a stop sign makes me 30% at fault for the accident. Whatever. I said fuck it and am starting the repairs on the CX-5 since I want my own car back.
Don’t tell anyone: I really enjoy driving the Cherokee despite my actions or words.
I recently reunited with an acquaintance from high school who I haven’t spoken to in two years. It is really nice to talk again. Everything is very natural; it’s like we just talked the other day as we picked up where we last left off.