It’s amazing how much one month can swing between good and bad, isn’t it? My month started with this:

And ended with that little old woman in the hospital.
What’s worse than having to take your elderly mother to the emergency room? Having to take her in the middle of a pandemic, when the hospital is on complete lock down.
Things are shit, aren’t they? Swear to the Gods this month has lasted forever. But only 10.5 hours to go and then we’ll get a fresh new month.
Speaking of which:

So, 30 poems in 30 days. Might as well just dive right in to the deep end, yeah? I haven’t done a poetry challenge in several years, and I can count the poems I’ve written since then on one hand.
But fuck it, yeah? The Gods hate a coward, and so do I.
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So back to the car – holy fucking shit. Better than I would have dared dreamed I could get. Way better. A 2018 with under 30k miles, bluetooth, usb ports, backup camera. I got a good deal on it because the owner was a stupidly heavy smoker. It reeks of cigarettes and I don’t even care. It just makes it more fitting for a car dedicated to Odin.
Of course the downside is now that I have a car and can go anywhere I want I don’t dare for fear of getting my mother sick. On the plus side, I can get to the store as often as I need, without having to beg rides from people tired of carting my ass around.
And, too, I won’t be able to go out and spend money I can’t afford now that I have a car payment.
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The gratitudes:
The unemployed hermit life is actually paying off.
We have enough money to pay the bills.
I’ve managed to cross two things off my goal board for the year.
For every bad there’s been something equally good.
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