Due to the hot weather and low humidity a cup of ice water is always nearby
Feeling a rush of ambition this morning I knew today was the day I had to decide whether to fish or cut bait. So I put on my big boy pants, which by the way are very similar to Hillary Clinton's pants, called up the emission testing place and got an appointment to take the truck in Thursday morning for its annual emissions test.
Getting this appointment scheduled was such an arduous and mentally draining process that I've decided I need the rest of the day, and possibly tomorrow, to recuperate enough to be able to relax without reliving the dreaded appointment process over and over in my mind. I feel I handled the appointment process as well as could be expected under the circumstances.
So now all my previous concerns have been shifted to whether or not the truck will pass. I've used all my strength and willpower just to make the appointment, I now have nothing left but begging and crying if the truck fails to pass.
This test is of the utmost importance to my way of life. Me, the truck, and the Arctic Fox, are all tied together in this boondocking lifestyle, and the failure of one of these systems means the failure of all. So it looks like the future of my Gypsy lifestyle is in the hands of the government and one of its minions. Lord help us all.
A rare moment of quiet introspection..... or possibly just watching TV.