I have about ten minutes to write this post and post it and then I have to jump in my son’s truck, drive two hours, have dinner with him, and drive my car back home. The pictures should help illustrate why.
Flat tire in back of Hubby’s Blazer.Son’s truck up on a block.
I am disappointed in myself that I didn’t document the whole process photographically, even on video as the tire deflated before our very eyes. So unlike me to miss something that – um – what would be the right word? Is newsworthy? Whatever, no time to think about it.
This flat turned out for the best. I was late to work on Monday from dropping the flat off at the tire place in town and I ended up super crabby all day and then broke out in cold symptoms around ten am. So I had to explain my whole life to my manager, so yesterday when I noticed that two staff were extra today it was easy for me to plead my case, asking if one of the extra people could work for me and I could take today off.
Yeah! And the sun was even shining all day.
I jumped on the laptop around eight this morning and the beast was actually working for a change, so I wrote 1,222 words on my new novel, which I have given the working title of “The Big House”, because I give up trying to spell Novitiate.
Okay, that’s it from me until Sunday. Thanks to everyone for their support the last few weeks as my mood, my health, my mother’s health and generally everything else went downhill. I really appreciate it. Here’s to a good week for everyone!