Bunchberry berries

4:00 a.m. and I jumped in the car and started for work. Didn't take long to realize that there was something wrong and it felt like a flat. Being a woman-of-the-world and able to handle anything myself, I opted to wake up Phil, who was sleeping on the futon and make him drive me to work. On the way I gave him a running commentary of the places where I had hit deer and where the bear had hit me. He dropped me off before my start time and we arranged I would call to get a ride home. I called Brent when I started cleanup figuring it would take just about the 1/2 hour he would need to get there. I finished a bit early and walked into the parlor and finished up rinsing down for Juanita. By that time, Brent had arrived. While I was working, Phil and Brent had been busy trying to take the tire off to put on my spare but it was thoroughly rusted in place. Instead, they pumped up the tire and I bopped downtown to the mechanic who was able to fix a leak around the rim. Brothers - awfully handy to have around.