Well, nothing caught fire, nothing exploded, and nobody’s dead who wasn’t at the start of the week. No problematic relatives showed up, no neighbors dropped by, and the truck battery that died Thanksgiving morning got replaced Friday.
That was a bit of an adventure. Tow truck driver gave it a jumpstart, but he warned us it might not start again once turned off. Given the truck was already loaded with stuff for transport, we just hightailed it out of there, offloaded stuff very quickly with the motor still running, and drove back to the mechanic to drop it off. Fortunately, this particular mechanic has a setup for holidays and off-hours: Put keys in provided envelope, write problem description on envelope, seal, and drop it through a slot so they can get it in the morning. Useful.
All in all, I’ve had worse holidays.
Though I admit to being a mite tetchy. I know it’s 2020, but it’d be nice if things would tone down to even one emergency a week. This series of chaotic events about every two to three days is doing my nerves no good whatsoever. I’ve had enough living in interesting times. As, I’m sure, have we all.
This is the time of year when the axial tilt of the planet starts leeching minutes of sunlight from the day faster and faster. Remember to go out and get some sun the hours that it’s there, to help fight off the bleak spots in life. There are a lot of those right now.
Hoping the next couple of days are quiet. I need to get some writing done!