exhausted

Not me, but my car. Brian took it to work today. On his way home, he heard someone with a loud exhaust and thought, “Boy, I’m glad that isn’t me.” Well, the sound persisted because it was him. Long story short, the exhaust fell off. I don’t know if all of the parts are still there or not. I guess I’ll find out tomorrow. The garage we take our vehicles to was still open, so he dropped the car off there, but they’re not looking at it till the morning. Depending on what the problem is, I may be without a vehicle for a few days again. Damn. I had to take a loan from the Bank of Law to pay for our last repairs and I haven’t even replaced that money yet. Here’s to hoping this is something minor…