I went to have my car inspected yesterday and it failed. The guy at the shop could tell right away that it was a specific problem with the battery, and said that the car needs to be driven at least 150 miles after it's jump started (because I left the headlights on) before the system resets. I'm glad I went to a shop where they knew what they were talking about… I have 60 days to fix the problem and return to the same shop to have it reinspected and get the passing inspection sticker for free. In the meantime, I need to find somewhere to drive to that will be 150 miles round trip. I don't go far… I only have 22K on my 2010 car, but I'm not afraid of driving as long as I have my 1/2mg klonopin and my GPS. I will obviously have to stop to rest.

I got an email from the leasing office to take a survey about my recent experience with maintenance because they closed the maintenance ticket. I emailed the assistant manager that no work had been done on our bathroom ceiling, which was our main concern, and the handicap sign still hadn't been put up.
She emailed me back that she sent the maintenance manager out to look at our ceiling and he was going to make an appointment with a contractor to come out, so obviously he decided it needed to be replaced, and they can't/won't replace it themselves.
She said that a handicapped sign would have to be made, and she asked permission from corporate (I don't know why she didn't do that 2 weeks ago), but they have a sign on hand that they use to reserve spots for 5+ year residents, and could use that if it was okay. Of course it is okay… it makes no difference to me what sign they use.

After a nap yesterday I sorted through some crap to make room for the things I took from my father's basement. I have another box to deal with today, but there isn't much left. Most of what's left needs to go into the filing cabinet. I have some things on my desk that needs to be filed away too, so that should keep me busy for a little while today.

I have several broken down boxes already. I want to have my husband bring them out to my car when he goes out to bring things in this weekend. With the right determination I'm sure I can find a way to get them in the dumpster. I do not want them in my kitchen. He still hasn't thrown that damn fan out.