There was a disruption in my Tuesday night that might have been overlooked:  one of the female friends of one of my sons (not a girlfriend) called around three in the morning because she was maybe a mile away and her truck was making horrible noises and screaming that it was low on oil.  Since I was not certain where she was, and I was still doing forums, I rather unchivalrously let her walk to me (it’s not a bad area, and she’s a pretty tough girl), and then drove back with her to add oil from our supply into her crankcase.  It was not, I think, so bad as she feared, but she blew an engine once, apparently, by ignoring the warning lights, so she was wise to avoid the risk.  I returned home with enough time to finish my work before dealing with the morning schoolboys, and then got a bit of sleep before working on Wednesday, which was late most of the day, as mentioned.

Today I knew I was committed to an early afternoon errand, and when I returned from that I recognized the need to get dinner made, which was served just in time for Brittany to arrive for the Collision rehearsal.  Baxter did not make it; his little sister was involved as a store clerk in an armed robbery this afternoon, and he had just gotten her home from the police station when we called to find out where he was.  Adam arrived, although he was a bit late.  It was, however, a good rehearsal overall, as we spent time trying to learn the second tier songs.

I got dinner myself after that, and have been trying to get through the day from the delayed beginning since then.

–M. J. Young