Dan checked all of the possible and fixable item's on my old truck engine and said it goes deeper. I'm grateful for the diagnostic work he's performed in his garage, but she needs a major overhaul from a mechanic and I can't afford another dime on her.

So, I don't know what's going to happen next, but I just put an order in to cancel the insurance in a couple weeks. This also means I have to go down and do something with the registration I worked so hard to obtain, because she can't go uninsured.

At least I have a roof over my head, until the next hurricane hits, and I have power, internet and water. As I watch what's happening to our neighbors up North, with no real help from our government, I am grateful, pissed off, and wish I had a drink.

Meanwhile Israel is fighting to destroy global terrorism and our incredible military is sitting on their hands unable to help because Joe is sleeping on the fucking beach and Kamala is out campaigning in California.

Now the dock workers strike! Our pathetic government could have evoked the Taft-Hartley Act and kept those Teamsters on the job, past the election. But they have not and our economy is going to be hurting real bad, shortly.

I suppose this is good for me since Shelby will be gone most of this month, and I won't be able to afford much at the grocery store, which means I have fewer bags to carry back to the house.