With Fridays like these, who needs Mondays?

Exhibit 1: Friday, June 22. My mom leaves for Florida, leaving me her sporty new car. Check engine light comes on: $570.

Exhibit 2: Friday, June 29. I get home from gym. None of the plumbing in the entire house works. Mr. Roto-plumberguy has to “hydroscrub” the pipe from the house to the street, replacing the cover that is missing from the access thing (and is the source of the lawn waste that caused the problem): $550.

Ouch.

I worked from home Friday while the saga of the plumbing played itself out. I never got to the office, never got on a scale. I’ve just been a bit forlorn the past couple of days. Off the Wellbutrin, started in the Celexa. I’ll keep you posted.