My car is in need of repair–again. Some would say I should sell it. I can’t. It belonged to my mother, now gone. It is a link to her. So, after many band-aid repairs, it is in need of yet another.

The shop I like to use is busy, so busy that I can’t get in for another week. Since I’m reluctant to drive it, I walk. I walked to town to get some coffee. Today, I walked to town to go shopping. Tomorrow, i will walk to work. Each day, it’s at least an hour’s walk. That’s a good thing. While I may not have chosen this path, I’m getting my cardio in. And that is a good thing.