Good morning Rumpies. I'll take a cup of that Joe, Lion I'm glad you kicked the heat up. This winter is already unseasonably cool.
My plans today are to catch up on Kats' work. And I've got to service my car. I had a really nice one until it got caught in a flash flood last April. Now I'm driving an 18-year-old Mazda CX-9. I'd get a new one but the cost of just insuring a new car these days is ridiculous.
I'll tell you what, though: I was looking at photos of my Altima as it sank, and I realized how close that situation was to becoming tragic for me. At the time I was completely unfazed
Car sinking. I'm on the phone with 911 and the operator was freaking out. I ended up wading out of cold hip-deep water while keeping 911 on the line because she was afraid I was gonna get swept away and the whole time I was just annoyed
Then came a 30-minute wait for the sheriff to come while I was freezing my ass off soaking wet 10 miles from my house with nobody around me except Cottonfields
This happened a week right after Simie passed and I think I was just so bemused at how angry she would’ve been at me over it and how worried she would’ve been that I didn’t really consider the actual danger
It didn’t really hit me until I looked at the pictures this morning