For two days, I've been in serious negotiations with the local Toyota dealer. I kind of fell head over heels for the Venza when I took it for a test spin yesterday. It's pretty fancy for a crossover. Not that it matters, but it's built in Kentucky with 70 percent of the parts coming from US suppliers. I'm working on it, but they're killing me on the trade in. To be more precise, Carfax is killing me. Nobody will want to buy my car with its medical report laid bare for all the world to see...new tranny at 16, 000 miles...new throttle body at 34,000 miles. Damn you FMC. According to Edmunds, my car should be worth $16,700. Toyota says maybe $15,000.
In other news, I awakened the other day at 4AM from a disturbing dream. Too afraid to go back to sleep right away, I got up to write down the salient points of the nightmare and was greeted by this picture:
I immediately felt better that at least one of us had something to smile about whilst deep in slumber. And, yes, he is sound of sleep with his covers arranged on top of himself. Me thinks he's living a good life.
This is Collin, my brother's grandson, who is gamely sporting his snowman hat made by his favorite knitter. I dare say he needs a knitted monster he can carry around, don't you?
I also can't believe the little man is motoring around already. Can he really be a year old already? I have no idea where time goes.
My really big news I've saved for last because it's the best:
I am on a countdown to my new position. On Tuesday I begin training my replacement. By May 11th, I am done working full time and will be focusing on the next chapter of my life where work will be something I dabble in here and there. I cannot wait! I'm scared shitless! I cannot wait! I'm scared shitless! I just can't decide how I feel, but the excitement, for good or bad, is bubbling right up there.