The DadZ and I went out to buy a new battery for my car.

$81 later, I have a car that I’m not terrified I will be stranded in.

However, I had wrongly hoped for a miracle: that the leak in the oil would stop, that I didn’t have to have my radio volume at an obscene level just to hear it over the noise of the car moving.

Le sigh.

Of course I am grateful.  At least I don’t have to go looking for a car desperate and hungry.  There is nothing less comfortable that knowing someone has got you by the stones and you have no choice but to smile and ask for more.