Well, since I sold my car because I didn’t want to have to haul it to NC, that would be “the number 6 bus, Bob!”
It’s okay. I have my sons here, my aunt, a lot of great friends who wouldn’t even let me crawl under the covers full-time after this happened, and it was 75 here today and I get to live on 4th Ave. And I’m probably not going to die. 
If you hurry Christmas Day will be over 100 degrees. Joy-not!
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[li]Leave old place[/li][li]Go east on I-10[/li][li]Turn north on I-75[/li][li]Turn west on I-24[/li][li]See sign: Monteagle Mountain[/li][li]Make illegal U-turn across median[/li][li]Proceed east on I-24[/li][li]Turn south on I-75[/li][li]Turn west on I-10[/li][li]Exit I-10 in Tucson[/li][li]Arrive at new place[/li][/ol]
Ha! You must know me. If I take my kids to a restaurant, and the bathroom is far away from the table, they have to go with me because I won’t be able to find my way back. I have the most horrible sense of direction ever.
Wow. I totally wasn’t expecting to read that. Hope everything works out okay!
Well, thanks for the update, Alice. I think you’re very blessed to be able to find a new place (complete with hippies), on the bus line, and good family and friends close at hand. I have a feeling you’ll land on your feet quite nicely.
I’m VERY grateful that this didn’t happen AFTER your dead self arrived in North Carolina. Consider that a bullet dodged.
Huh.
I was going to say no, you won’t die. I drove from Maryland to Idaho three years ago, alone. Granted I was in my (overstuffed with my stuff) car, but it went fine.
Your new place sounds fun!