Makeover

I finally got word from the body shop that my car is all fixed up and will be ready for pick up in the morning. And not a moment too soon!

Although my rental Neon has done well and served it's purpose gallantly, I've grown quite weary of driving a car that smells like a motel room previously inhabited by smokers. The little Neon's tendency to squeal its tires loudly in complaint anytime I take a corner faster than 10 miles an hour, although amusing at first, has also grown tiresome.

Rolling down the windows still takes a bit of brain power because I can't seem to dedicate to memory whether it's clockwise or counter-clockwise to make the window go down.