Sorta Proud

The Exchange Club truck came by this morning, and two nice guys who toted my old mammoth vacuum cleaner, with all the attachments and a nearly new package of bags, out to the truck. I can brag about the donation, because I don't really think it's a charitable act, when somewhere in there, money is going to change hands. And I can brag, because I've freed up so many cubic feet of storage space and saved myself sore arms, back, neck, etc. Danged clumsy piece of expensive junk. I'll just buy myself a Shark when I get around to it with a little dough saved up.

I tried (and failed, of course) to give up my "three cigarettes a day" for Yom Kippur. A true case of willing spirit and weak flesh.