An Hour and a half until the new year. A new year that we begin prayerfully and with debt.

Our car decided to assert its prerogative to cease functioning effectively this weekend. Rather, the carburetor did. I know it is a shock that people still drive carbureted cars, but hey, it was cheap. It is 19 years old, after all.

Having no ready cash, we turn to the financial institutions who tempt us with low interest rates to spend more. Of course, to get the zero percent, it has to be brand-spankin’ new. Our sanity doesn’t flee that far, fortunately. The vehicle we have chosen barely qualified because of its age and mileage (its hardly and elephant at 8 years…in fact, to us, it is another infant we will have to treasure…).

We will finalize everything on Wednesday. Is buyer’s remorse defined by being after the fact?