September has been a deeply shitty month, all told; this week my son got sick again (not COVID this time, something intestinal) and my wife’s car decided it didn’t need to stop any longer, but I figured that was probably the end of it, what with it being both Friday and the 29th and all. But no! This morning my car decided not to start, so I missed another day of work because we couldn’t figure out a way to swing it with just one car, so a tow and a rental later and I’m already out nearly $500 before my car guy even looks at the damn thing, which they won’t have time to do until Monday at the earliest.

At the rental place, they asked me if I wanted the optional “you can actually set the fucking car on fire and then just return the steering wheel and not pay for anything” insurance, and I started to say no, like I have every time I’ve rented a car, and then thought some more about the month we’ve had and said yes instead. I literally did not complete a left turn out of the parking lot before discovering that my new rental vehicle had way bigger blind spots than I thought and nearly having an accident. Someone else laid on their horn at me at a point later in the drive, and for the life of me I don’t even know what that one was about.

I may not get out of bed tomorrow.