I thought things had been going great. No major disasters since the sewer pipe incident. Then I get the one, two punch.
My car is being extremely persnickety. Not starting randomly. And it's nothing electrical. It never has had a problem before. I'm hoping it will be an inexpensive fix. But I know with my track record it likely won't be.
A friend joked with me after the pipe incident that I should start my own disaster relief fund. I laughed at the time, I'm not laughing anymore.
And to make my Monday even more Monday-ish, when he picked me up from work (yes, because my car wouldn't start), he told me he may be leaving. For several months. And his only reason for maybe not leaving? His dog.
His reason maybe answered many of my non-spoken questions. Maybe it's time to ask them, maybe the answers don't matter anymore.
Just when things started to seem good, comfortable, everything starts to become the opposite.