Yesterday was going along fine . . . until my car died in the parking lot of the dentist's office, and I had to call AAA, and Paul had to walk two miles to work instead of getting the ride I'd promised him, and Tom had to come fetch me. Battery? alternator? electronic sensor problems? Who knows? But please, please, let it not cost a pile of money.
On the bright side, I did try out a recipe for spicy curried cauliflower soup, which turned out to be excellent. And I do live with beloveds who shrug, roll with the situation, and don't lose their tempers. Sometimes I think that is the secret ingredient to happiness.
Also, I think the time has finally come: I need to write a poem titled "Tow Truck Drivers I Have Known."