It hasn't even been 12 hours yet.

So, Will calls me about three hours after he left. He says, "It sounds like my car is going to blow up when I push the gas pedal."

Sigh.

He makes it to the next city, finds a car rental place and then finds a mechanic.

The axle and some other really important parts of the car were toast. It's going to take a few days to get the parts. Oh, and several hundred dollars. Luckily the mechanic was O.K. with Will leaving the car there until he's on his way home in 5 weeks.

Turns out the rental car will cost him $250 even though he'll be returning it tomorrow morning. Since he won't be returning it to the same location, or even a location in the same state, it costs an arm and a leg.

Hopefully he can catch a ride with the other guy from our area as far as the mechanic shop on the way home next month. Otherwise, he'll have to pay another $250 to rent a car to get there.

Awesome.

I'm hoping this means the next five weeks can only get better. Right? Right?

Also, I had made a list of projects to keep myself occupied in the evenings. Out of sheer stress over the possibly about to blow up Subaru and the exorbitant rental car, I finished more than half of them tonight. Anyone have a junk drawer they need cleaned out? A closet that needs organizing? I'm your girl.