divine angst

It’s been a busy 24 hours. Yesterday, after work, Mr. Angst and I drove to Nearby City in a rented pickup truck with a bunch of stuff to store at my dad’s house and a bookshelf for my sister. Between loading up the truck and driving down there, I’m surprised we’re still talking to each other.

This morning we came back to Our City and took our car to the dealership to see what they’d give us for it. Their offer was paltry, but that’s OK, because we have a private buyer who wants to buy at a better price. (That buyer is a family member. I have good family members.) We also came back with an extra vehicle from my dad—a small SUV, something we thought would be mucho helpful for moving stuff from our cluttered apartment into our storage unit down the street. We can use this vehicle all summer, since we’ll be short a car. I’ll probably still take the bus a lot, but the extra car will be nice for those times when we really need two sets of wheels.

Anyway, the SUV, which is a great car—I drove it in college some—does have some issues. The spare tire, for instance, is on the back of the car and the mount that holds it won’t swing open, so we can’t put the tailgate down, and thusly can’t load any of the big stuff that we actually needed the SUV to move.

Urgh.

But all is well. We’re being patient, and later this week we’ll take our car to the relative who is going to buy it; while there, we’ll have my dad check out the SUV and figure out why the mount won’t open. We also may get to go to a playoff basketball game! It should be fun.

Tonight, we’re going to walk down the street to one of our favorite sushi restaurants and have a lovely dinner. My office voted me as Employee of the Quarter this week (a big, lovely surprise—it’s nice to feel valued, even if my job isn’t always perfect) so I have a gift card—a Visa cash card thingy—and we’ll be using that to gorge ourselves on tasty raw fish and rice. Mmmmmm.