This morning was one of the coldest so far this season. On the way home from work, my car gave up the ghost just shy of the village bridge. I started walking. The mechanic verified an alternator problem but he didn't have the part. "Tomorrow morning." he promised. Donna picked me up and gave me a lift back home. I left messages for the dairy owners and the herdsman that I wouldn't be in tomorrow. Then made six calls until I found someone who would take my shift at the library tonight. That done, I considered that not only would I miss out on working the last cold morning of this particular deep freeze but I'd probably have to sleep in tomorrow. Never say there isn't a silver lining to every dark cloud.
1 comment:
Hope you didn't have to wait in the cold too long. How far did you walk?
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