Everyone breathes a sigh of relief.
Including the neighborhood.
Meanwhile my anxieties sine wave, ebbing from great finds and I’m never going to financially recover from this.
While I’m excruciatingly aware of all of my personal purchasing faux pas, I resist correction and my financial management strategy remains perhaps best described as blissfully ignorant in small intervals.
I draw the line. Oopsies. I draw the line again.
Several - now seemingly hopscotched - lines later, I finally give “It” a rest. Truthfully, I’ve exhausted all my usual digital haunts and have voluntarily - stupidly - siphoned hours of my time into mining for… yeah, nothing in particular.
Good job.
Perhaps if my actual arithmetic was as tuned in as my emotional arithmetic, well, then capitalism would suffer.
You’re welcome.
Cashmere Hats: 3 (great find)