My alarm beeped this morning and I turned it off and lay there a minute, thinking. Rick was lying beside me and said, "You want some more good news?"
Oh, for Pete's sake. "Now what?"
"The car wouldn't start last night. I had to call a taxi to bring me home."
[One of the problems with using cell phones instead of land lines is that I don't get disturbed at night after I go to bed because I don't hear the phone ringing. Last night, however, would've been a good night for me to have brought my phone to bed with me. Oy.]
We discussed our options; he decided I should call for a sub and stay home so we can go out there and try to figure out what to do about the car. I do have several days left of sick leave, so I'm clear on that front. Let's hope it actually starts when we get out there so we don't have to have the rustbucket towed.
It's probably a good thing we'll get to spend a little time together this morning, because we have a lot to talk about.
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