Yesterday afternoon, an hour away from completing my 12 hour workday, I got a call from Dan to wrap up. His car had died, and him and Wrigley needed to be picked up.
I checked out the car when we got there, and knew the second I turned the ignition that he had just killed the battery.
Dan is kind of awful with cars, despite his effort to be really good with them.
And me, I am just lucky to have done enough dumb things to my first car, to know my way around basic troubles.
We quickly and easily jumped the car and all was good.
But there I was, a turn in my plans for the day, out in a beautiful sunny fall afternoon, with the leaves blowing all around us. And I was surrounded by my loves.
So I put my phone away, and stole a sliver of time.
And I am so darn glad I did.