Today is not the day to start this car-free exploration. The PMS demons are raging through my body, screeching and scratching their way along my already anxious day. I’m late returning the car, Dancer Man, my husband didn’t get carrots for my planned carrot soup dinner and did I mention that I’m a bit on the crabby side? Upside down crabby. What I need is a car. A beautiful Volvo S80. A piece of crap, 1986 Toyota Tercel that only runs in 2nd gear would work fine, too. I want freedom to go when I want and where I want. And, I don’t want to take the bus to do it. I’m not ready for this. I don’t want to be car-free. Bus cost for the day: $1.50

I want my volvo back.