In a mad dash I adapted my Jeep with a padded board and straddled the center console to mimic delivery of mail from my own vehicle. Then the post master asked, "how are you going to buckle yourself in?" True, all this effort was in vain. She was right. This vehicle no longer serves me. Hell I let it sit for a month at a time, starting it up occasionally as it is not my primary vehicle. Then my little car would definitely not be suitable for mail delivery. This was the result of an interview I had today. Just prior I called out to Ares for strength and confidence. She did admire my resourcefulness, but still it would not work, even though the job was just one day a week. Ugh, I was done with this Jeep. A friend of mine had been really wanting it for a long time. So when I got home, I texted him I was ready to sell. Within an hour he was there and really excited about picking it up from me. I let it go and to someone who would appreciate it and enjoy it more than I was. It was just frustration, but feel lighter, a little depressed. Oh well, it is just a thing. Another thing will come along. I really, really, feel alone...isolated. Anyway, that is all for the day. I feel definitely broken.