welfy than I do in a typical month.As if the hassle of buying a home isn't headache enough, Sally has decided to throw little fits and tantrums. On Friday, her clutch rod came unfastened. I got out of that one fairly cheap with some help from my student Gary, who was a diesel mechanic prior to becoming a driver of the them. He offered to do the labor in my drive way, so all I had to pay for was the parts.
Then today, heading back on the road after a few days off, Sally starts whining about low oil pressure. She has plenty of oil, and her engine's not knocking, so this is probably something reasoinably small and simple to fix - perhaps a bad sensor or switch. The shop I got her into though won't be able to even diagnose the problem until later tonight or tomorrow morning. This means that, by the time she gets fixed some time tomorrow, I'll have been off the road for nearly a week. This is not a good time for me to be losing income. I have way too many things on my plate at the moment that's going to require funding over the coming weeks.
Do I know that all of this is worth it? Absolutely. But getting to a point of comfort again is going to arduous and taxing. I'm going to be irritable and cranky all the time until I get to the other side of it. You best stay out of my way for a while.
