And the Fun Continues

Thanks to the cough syrup I had exceptionally weird dreams last night. Wish I could remember more than the bit where somebody's arm was drifting off into the air ala Hitchhiker's Guide but I jerked awake several times from them. They need to invent a dream recorder.

So the work day was alright except for wanting to put my head down and sleep and I happily made my way home with plans to walk in the door, feed the cats, and go to bed. Then I got a flat tire about 10 mins from home.

In the rain.

I was lucky enough to be near a convenience store with an air pump but not to be able to make it one more block to the Dodge dealership so I was on my own. Especially since I pulled out the insurance packet to get the roadside assistance number and found out that I only had it on the truck and I was driving the van.

I had to figure out where the spare was, how to get it out, find the jack, walk to a nearby Tractor Supply to buy a wrench so I could get the dang thing open, figure out where the jack went, how to get the hub cap off etc. Exhausted, with bronchitis, in the rain.

When I actually had to use my foot to put most of my weight on the lug wrench and still couldn't budge it I was about ready to cry. And I was cursing the sorry ass so called men who came and went in their pickup trucks from both stores the whole half hour to 45 minutes I was fighting with it.

Then just as I gave up and started toward the pay phone to call my cousin who lives nearly half an hour away a guy asked if I needed help. Big Burly mechanic dude (with wedding ring) who got the lug nuts off and put the spare on for me too.

Thank you God and thank you Sir Knight. There are still some men around, shame they seem to be taken.

The tire tore all to pieces so God was watching there too. It could have blown out on the interstate but waited until just after I got off to go pretty gently.

8 days until I see Katje and 9 until I see Mandy. I'm looking forward to our mini-vacation now more than ever.