Still no car. Poo. Taking the bus to and from the train station is tacking an extra 45 minutes or so to Hubby’s commute everyday, my shopping list keeps getting bigger, our food supply keeps gettting smaller, and I’m feeling quite stir-crazy. We’re hoping to hear something from the auto repair place today. I know they had to order the parts and such and there was the Thanksgiving holiday, but I can’t believe it’s taking this long to replace our transmission. I miss our car and I’m feeling very thankful for owning one right now.