It’s just after midnight now and I’m shortly bound for bed. I will be up at 9 o’clock to clean out the trunk/boot and the glove compartment, and the back seat foot well of the Crayola. There will be things to put in the trash and things to bring inside and a nice zip case full of cassette tapes to offer for free on craigslist. I am keeping the steering wheel cover. I’m keeping Po and the back window decal. I’ve already put the title and the extra keys in my purse. I will try not to cry, but it will be hard. I feel sad, apprehensive, and I don’t think I’ll be able to keep from feeling like a traitor when I drive it for the last time tomorrow.