I think the clutch is going out on the little green pickup. It's refusing to go into gear without coaxing and the pedal is very soft, not like it should be. I'm taking it into the shop to be looked at on Monday. Hopefully, it will get me there and not leave me on the side of the road... but if it does, I've got a cell phone.
I made potato and leek soup for work lunches for this week. In pursuit (and that'd be reckless, free-spirited pursuit[1]) of better budgeting, I've been packing lunches for work except for Fridays which feature lunches paid for out of petty cash. (Petty cash has several sources of income. It got to be about five hundred dollars, so we instituted Friday lunches for the office staff to try to slim down petty cash.) I've mentioned this previously, but I make a damn fine potato and leek soup. Yum! The week ahead is looking better already.
Note to self: Eating half a jar of green olives will make your fingers swell up like Lil' Smokies. Sausage-fingers are not attractive and you hate it when the damn ring won't come off. In the future, please show some restraint around the salad olives no matter how tempting their salty briney goodness may be.
1. Reckless, free-spirited pursuit is the sort where I'm in a long-skirted dress with leg-o-mutton sleeves and a big floppy hat with ribbons that trail behind it and high button shoes that miraculously don't make me fall on my face when I try to run in them, bounding across a meadow full of wildflowers, possibly bursting into song in the midst of it all. I realize that this does not particularly reflect my current reality but I figure it's some sort of bleed-through from an alternate dimension.... like if things were different, I'd have been Julie Andrews.
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